He's purple and he's glittery and he's utterly bored. the Nerine ladies have proved to be few and far in between so here he was...wandering around the forest like a pretty little plum. Two toned pools harbor a curious amusement as he hopes to find a face (well, a body as well) to hang out with...maybe actually get to know instead of poofing. White bedazzled wings tuck nearly against his spine as the purple prince saunters through the nearly naked forest on sparkling stocking legs.
There simply had to be other life in Beqanna despite the recent changes but Bowie is fairly certain that he is the only horse really not that upset over the Reckoning. Hell, he was enjoying all the fun and drama that ensued. It also helped that he was a 'trough-half-full' type of guy. With a little smile tangling across his lips, his fabulous purpleness sashays along the bleak gray of the forest like a motha' truckin' violently glamorous jungle kitty.
Bowie.