Almost as if his presence proved to be magnetic, the stallion felt himself slowly ensnared within the gaze and guise of various members of society, seeming to hold some importance in their own respective lands. In his true form, his stride continued at it's slow rhythmic pace, his gaze never falling upon the others as he took a moment to address each of them in turn.
The first to approach him, the one known as Tiberios. He shook his head and mane briefly at a passing winter wind, before replying in an all too Nordic accent, "Greetings Tiberios. I thank you for the warm welcome in this cold field, and moreso that you'd seek my face out of the masses." - he paused as his head took in those around the area quietly - "But you are not just from the Falls. You are the falls." - he said as his gaze briefly met that of Tiberios' - "While humbled a King should make his presence akin to mine, is it wise for such a prominent figure to be alone amongst the unknown masses?" - he said as he let the phrase linger a moment, before moving on to the next newcomer to his presence...
"Weir, you say?" - he said in a soft near mumble of a fragment, his hooves trudging at their continuing pace up a small knoll. - " Good to meet you lad." - he said, almost uncannily adhering to the way each newcomer spoke in his responses - "I have no choice in coat, only a choice in how the spirit that dwells within it utilizes the flesh and bone I've been granted." - he said as his head raised high a moment, as if detecting something, before going back to it's former position, he then let his minds' attention fall to the third...
"Sometimes what we are looking for isn't found with the eyes." - he said candidly, with a brief pause before adding "General." - He let his head trace across each of the figures striding with him for the briefest of moments, before ushering his response to all three - "I've been graced with the presence of a Soldier, a General, and a King. Surely I should be flattered, but surely I should be alarmed. In such a place with so many faces, to conform so much of a realms attention on one individual is a cause for more than mere curiosity." - he said as he continued his slow gait up the hill, ending with - "I am Pruor."
PRUOR
What We Do In Life, Echoes In Eternity.
Almost as if his presence proved to be magnetic, the stallion felt himself slowly ensnared within the gaze and guise of various members of society, seeming to hold some importance in their own respective lands. In his true form, his stride continued at it's slow rhythmic pace, his gaze never falling upon the others as he took a moment to address each of them in turn.
The first to approach him, the one known as Tiberios. He shook his head and mane briefly at a passing winter wind, before replying in an all too Nordic accent, "Greetings Tiberios. I thank you for the warm welcome in this cold field, and moreso that you'd seek my face out of the masses." - he paused as his head took in those around the area quietly - "But you are not just from the Falls. You are the falls." - he said as his gaze briefly met that of Tiberios' - "While humbled a King should make his presence akin to mine, is it wise for such a prominent figure to be alone amongst the unknown masses?" - he said as he let the phrase linger a moment, before moving on to the next newcomer to his presence...
"Weir, you say?" - he said in a soft near mumble of a fragment, his hooves trudging at their continuing pace up a small knoll. - " Good to meet you lad." - he said, almost uncannily adhering to the way each newcomer spoke in his responses - "I have no choice in coat, only a choice in how the spirit that dwells within it utilizes the flesh and bone I've been granted." - he said as his head raised high a moment, as if detecting something, before going back to it's former position, he then let his minds' attention fall to the third...
"Sometimes what we are looking for isn't found with the eyes." - he said candidly, with a brief pause before adding "General." - He let his head trace across each of the figures striding with him for the briefest of moments, before ushering his response to all three - "I've been graced with the presence of a Soldier, a General, and a King. Surely I should be flattered, but surely I should be alarmed. In such a place with so many faces, to conform so much of a realms attention on one individual is a cause for more than mere curiosity." - he said as he continued his slow gait up the hill, ending with - "I am Pruor."
PRUOR
What We Do In Life, Echoes In Eternity.
Almost as if his presence proved to be magnetic, the stallion felt himself slowly ensnared within the gaze and guise of various members of society, seeming to hold some importance in their own respective lands. In his true form, his stride continued at it's slow rhythmic pace, his gaze never falling upon the others as he took a moment to address each of them in turn.
The first to approach him, the one known as Tiberios. He shook his head and mane briefly at a passing winter wind, before replying in an all too Nordic accent, "Greetings Tiberios. I thank you for the warm welcome in this cold field, and moreso that you'd seek my face out of the masses." - he paused as his head took in those around the area quietly - "But you are not just from the Falls. You are the falls." - he said as his gaze briefly met that of Tiberios' - "While humbled a King should make his presence akin to mine, is it wise for such a prominent figure to be alone amongst the unknown masses?" - he said as he let the phrase linger a moment, before moving on to the next newcomer to his presence...
"Weir, you say?" - he said in a soft near mumble of a fragment, his hooves trudging at their continuing pace up a small knoll. - " Good to meet you lad." - he said, almost uncannily adhering to the way each newcomer spoke in his responses - "I have no choice in coat, only a choice in how the spirit that dwells within it utilizes the flesh and bone I've been granted." - he said as his head raised high a moment, as if detecting something, before going back to it's former position, he then let his minds' attention fall to the third...
"Sometimes what we are looking for isn't found with the eyes." - he said candidly, with a brief pause before adding "General." - He let his head trace across each of the figures striding with him for the briefest of moments, before ushering his response to all three - "I've been graced with the presence of a Soldier, a General, and a King. Surely I should be flattered, but surely I should be alarmed. In such a place with so many faces, to conform so much of a realms attention on one individual is a cause for more than mere curiosity." - he said as he continued his slow gait up the hill, ending with - "I am Pruor."
PRUOR
What We Do In Life, Echoes In Eternity.