Paint the sky red: Castile, Any!

[Ruinam]

winter wonderland

 His final visit had been a success at the mountain, after a few tries, the faeries finally responded and granted him a quest to fulfil. The stallion has thought through the destructive nature of the magic he had requested, though the thought of it happening to him never really crossed his mind, never really thinking through what could happen if he became self-absorbed in the magic it creates.
 
The stallion stares up at the sky as he travels, the hint of a storm in the air, a smile painted across his pale face as the thought of flight crosses his mind, the freedom involved with travelling through the air, to anywhere he wanted to create a hopeful stride as he walks. 
Ruinam didn't originally think he would be travelling to Loess so soon, especially with reasoning other than a diplomatic visit. But the stallion travels for good reason, wanting to visit the very thing he wanted to become and find out what it felt like to destroy what you want to protect.
The stallion arrives at the border with, exhaling the air from his lungs with a deep huff, the scent of salty springs and decaying autumnal foliage entering his lungs as he halts.
The ivory-white stallion sends a call out to Castile, patiently waiting at the border of his kingdom, his mind casting back to Sylva and all the trouble he had gotten himself into, but now he would be able to solve it all piece by piece.
 
 
 
 

Ruinam

  Here is a crappy short starter @[Castile]