Tiberios
Long legs or no, Tiberios has just about had it with the blatant disregard for borders in his kingdom. He’s not surprised the Falls is half-dead, what with everyone coming as they please. When he eyes the winged mare soaring low over the edge of the kingdom, he picks himself clear of an outcropping of woodland and stretches his white splashed legs into a lengthy trot to intercept her. She drifts right into his home, making herself comfortable and no doubt coming with the idea that the Falls will welcome her intrusion with a smile. She was wrong.
“I’m assuming you’ve come to pledge yourself to my kingdom, because only someone who wanted to become a member would have the actual gall to disregard these borders.” He says to her, eyes hardening as he draws himself up. His ears fall, nostrils flaring wide while his tail lashes against his sides. The time of neutral peace has passed, and she’ll not be the first to feel the sting of the new order. The Falls was no longer Beqanna’s welcome mat, and if it took one to make an example of this, Tiberios would be sure it was an example no one would forget.
“Make your intentions very clear and very quick, or get out.” He says, his voice dipping into a dangerously low tone.
Tiberios
king of the falls
ooc: Touchy Tiberios is ... touchy