Tiberios
He doesn’t even bother looking twice at Texas. It doesn’t surprise him that the stallion buckles under pressure, much less from a weakling mare who bats her pretty eyelashes in his direction. If the immortal bay wasn’t ruled by women perhaps he’d have the guts to properly turn her away, which is what Tiberios is intent on doing as he stalks angrily into the gathering. They’d sneered at him, been callous and rude, even had the audacity to question his methods and mannerisms. Well, Tiberios was fine with that. They’d had the chance to deal with his patient side, and now his patience has run out.
A snarl rises within him but he swallows it, instead pulling his upper lip back to reveal his incisors. The mare, weak from exhaustion and no doubt her caterwauling, is beginning to move in the direction of the Falls. Tiberios can feel the rage surge inside of him, and he channels that into a wall of white flame that shoots up in front of her. “Not another step.” He growls, ears burying themselves in his neck. His wild gaze shoots to the general of the Falls and his nostrils flare. “Was I not clear enough at the meeting?” But this cannot be helped, he knows it. Texas is weak with compassion and kindness.
Tiberios buries those emotions now.
He lurches forward, blocking the mare from moving any further into the kingdom, the wall of flame at his back. His head rises, tail lashing feverishly at his hocks while he inhales in an attempt to control his temper. “Let me make myself unquestionably clear - you, or any of the gates members, are not allowed to use the Falls. I will not let you use this kingdom as your fallback.” He says, knowing that this will be his final warning. “You will leave, or I will force you out, and I promise that it won’t be pleasant.”
He turns then, focusing his stare on Texas to emphasize this point before speaking his final command. “Get out, and don’t come back until you have the promise of an alliance.”
Tiberios
king of the falls
