He’d been having these.. thoughts lately. Thoughts of finally trying to achieve something with his life. Thoughts of Felinae and Makai and others he’d managed to subsequently come across in his travels. Within all of them was the same kind of fire that he found lacking in himself. Zeik never knew how much he could crave that flame until now. Today though, he’s alone with his thoughts, not flying across the unusually empty Field like he normally would, but instead walking. The season is bitter this year, causing his coat to grow in thicker than usual. His normally speckled blue-black fur is dark and full, making him seem broody and bigger than his usual self.
He doesn’t expect to see anyone really out and about in this weather, but to his surprise there’s someone braving the cold like him. It’s a mare, short and hardy with a curiously half-shorn tail and what seems to be burnt hind fetlocks. She has the look of another world about her, and Zeik pauses to consider her for a moment. She shakes her head, returning to the present, and Zeik cannot seem to stifle his newly found interest, so he makes his way easily to her, ears risen in a show of goodwill.
“A bit too cold for my liking.” He says, commenting absently on the weather. “What brings you out here?” His eyes, mahogany and depthless, peer into her own sapphire ones. The pause grows for a moment as he remembers his manners, and then he’s quick to fix his mistake. “I’m Zeik by the way.”
Everything we are and used to be is buried and gone