05-29-2015, 09:16 AM
He’s walking the border, enjoying the midafternoon sun on his back as he patrols. There is little chance that his efforts are worthwhile – war is still many months away and the Falls is a peaceful kingdom – but he does it out of habit. It is high time that he test his mettle in an actual battle, but he’s told himself that today Is too cold. Maybe tomorrow, or in the spring. Maybe later.
The chill in the air has heightened his senses, and he sees movement from the corner of his eye, a shifting of a large body. They’re on the far side of the border, whomever they are, and since they’ve not called out Texas is certain that it’s a diplomat from some kingdom, likely waiting for their companion to arrive before calling for the residents of the Falls.
Fortunately for them, Texas is already on his way over, and calling won’t be needed.
He usually has a smile for the visiting politicians, a warm expression that never quite turns his brown gaze truly warm. But his drawl is charming and his manners otherwise soothing, and to his knowledge he’s never unsettled anyone enough to complain. That smile is present on his face as he picks his way through the snow, the bay stallion winding through the trees until he can see the visitor. The smile fades in far less time than it had taken to put it into place; that is entirely understandable given that the mare is an Amazon.
“Here to take over again?” He asks wryly. It hadn’t been terribly long since their last attempt (barely 50 years, wasn’t it?) and Texas clearly finds himself amusing if the genuine humor in his eyes is to be believed. Though the kingdom is small – himself and what, three others? – that is an advantage, what with their resources. There are only four horses than can work the magical waterfall, and each is all the more valuable for that. “Or are you here for something else?”
The chill in the air has heightened his senses, and he sees movement from the corner of his eye, a shifting of a large body. They’re on the far side of the border, whomever they are, and since they’ve not called out Texas is certain that it’s a diplomat from some kingdom, likely waiting for their companion to arrive before calling for the residents of the Falls.
Fortunately for them, Texas is already on his way over, and calling won’t be needed.
He usually has a smile for the visiting politicians, a warm expression that never quite turns his brown gaze truly warm. But his drawl is charming and his manners otherwise soothing, and to his knowledge he’s never unsettled anyone enough to complain. That smile is present on his face as he picks his way through the snow, the bay stallion winding through the trees until he can see the visitor. The smile fades in far less time than it had taken to put it into place; that is entirely understandable given that the mare is an Amazon.
“Here to take over again?” He asks wryly. It hadn’t been terribly long since their last attempt (barely 50 years, wasn’t it?) and Texas clearly finds himself amusing if the genuine humor in his eyes is to be believed. Though the kingdom is small – himself and what, three others? – that is an advantage, what with their resources. There are only four horses than can work the magical waterfall, and each is all the more valuable for that. “Or are you here for something else?”
T E X A S
immortal silver bay hybrid stallion
king of the falls