11-28-2016, 09:39 PM
Humming quietly under his breath, the black thoroughbred wanders casually into what he can only assume is Tephra, judging by the massive volcano that serves as the obvious focal point of the immediate vicinity. Dahmer's blue eyes linger on the lava-ridden mountain in appreciation before turning to take in the rest of the territory. Magnus hadn't lied -- it was much warmer here than back in the frozen Field, and Dahmer soaks in the humid heat nostalgically, his thoughts tugged back to the Subway.
He allows himself a brief moment of bittersweet sadness before he decides to venture further into the territory, being mindful to avoid any lava pools or streams that looked like they would enjoy singeing his hocks. The humid air smells heavily of Magnus, and while the act of exploring another stallion's land would have once kept Dahmer on edge, the blue-eyed beast had taken a swift liking to the King of Tephra.
Spotting a small conglomeration of mares in the distance, Dahmer decides to rest where he is while awaiting the arrival of Magnus. No reason to put the locals on edge before the King got around to greeting him. The black stallion shifts his weight comfortably and cocks a hip, tail flicking lazily around his hindquarters.
He allows himself a brief moment of bittersweet sadness before he decides to venture further into the territory, being mindful to avoid any lava pools or streams that looked like they would enjoy singeing his hocks. The humid air smells heavily of Magnus, and while the act of exploring another stallion's land would have once kept Dahmer on edge, the blue-eyed beast had taken a swift liking to the King of Tephra.
Spotting a small conglomeration of mares in the distance, Dahmer decides to rest where he is while awaiting the arrival of Magnus. No reason to put the locals on edge before the King got around to greeting him. The black stallion shifts his weight comfortably and cocks a hip, tail flicking lazily around his hindquarters.