[mature] bro, i'm straight up not having a good time

[Tarian]

Tarian flares his wings wide and takes to the sky - absent of stars, absent of anything despite the eerie half-halo of the conjoined moon and sun. He hadn't intended to leave Loess so soon after returning from his imprisonment in Pangea but there is an itch to roam that won't quite settle. The gray pegasus thinks that a quick flight over the Common Lands (so long as he is careful about it) will soothe it.

And so the former Alliance contender leaps into the never-ending night, not entirely sure what he was seeking (but to have to the choice to leave is a new-found freedom he relishes as the breeze floods between his silver feathers).

There is only the former warrior and his thoughts up here though he keeps a careful watch through the clouds. He isn't sure if the creatures on the ground can fly or if they are capable of targeting him while he remains in the sky. It's the thing that bothers him the most about these so-called 'monsters' - there is so little known about them. The stories that have spread about Beqanna give rise to creatures of different shapes, of different types of malevolence, and there is no common theme for Tarian to find. Only that they enjoy their chaos; only that they attack and maim and then slink back into the shadows.

Is he a fool to go flying out into them, then?

Most likely, he thinks with an irritated huff before he banks towards the left. It's hard to see anything up here but the shadowed ground has cleared out enough that the pegasus can spy a small clearing and he takes that as his opportunity to land. There is a thud as all four hooves clash against the spring soil and the stallion throws up his head, suddenly assaulted by an unfamiliar scent.

Somebody was nearby.

"You have until the count of three to show yourself," he threatens into the dark, not willing to take the chance that the horse lingering nearby would be an innocent. The more sensible souls would have banded together - fallen into the old habits and formed a herd to avoid being picked off one by one by the monsters. Tarian is alone but he is the exception to his own rule; those who are lurking are given no such mercy from the former Prince.

@[Ashhal]