No Crosses Count
They aren’t left admiring the landscape alone for too long. He spots the massive stallion coming towards them way before he actually reaches them. His crimson gaze watches the raven man for awhile, his own curiosity piqued. Also noting the same blood red gaze, the similar trait they share. He had yet to see anyone else that had eyes like his. The children he had sired murky memories that were trapped beneath a dark layer. Unable to claw their way to the surface.
As Offspring closes in and introduces himself, he notices the way Neva’s eyes widen like saucers. He moves closer to her, protective in a way, although he doesn’t feel threatened by Tephra’s Overseer. Her frosty skin doesn’t bother him as much as she assumes it might. Not knowing his past, he doesn’t know it either. His companion offers her name but then falls silent, her unsure gaze slipping to him. He easily takes the wheel just as he had done in the field.
”I’m No Crosses Count. Cross is easier.” He says with a short laugh, red eyes flashing with his humor. ”A lady named Reagan invited us here. I’m assuming you know her, all thunderstorms and emerald eyes and legs for days.” He chuckles to himself, pleased with his little assessment. A pause as his raven whip snaps lazily across his hindquarters. ”We are both somewhat new here but heard this Tephra may be a good fit for us.”
He often forgets he is somewhat an oddity. His youth doesn’t match the cruel carved scars that litter his russet body, the long line that’s puckered over his eye. There are hints of familiarity in his movements, in the lines of his face that perhaps run similar to others that belong to this world. The only sign that perhaps he was not all that he appeared to be. Other than that, he was normal. He had no specialities like some of the folk here although magic oozes from his pores. He is unaware of the Afterlife aura that was still fading from his sinewy flesh.
His gaze travels back to the volcano, the ashen plumes bringing back that troubling dream that he can't seem to shake. "You don't have dragons here do you?"
Girl, I've got that silver tongue, Drives you into delirium