Don't get too close
It was funny how his life had turned out. He had ran the first moment he got a chance. Ran from the bickering, the blood shed, his expectations. He could never live up to what his father had been. What he desperately wanted his son to be. The same ruthless sadist. He was flawed though in many ways. His eyes that of the ocean, not the fires of hell. He did not possess the powers his father had either. Possibly the only thing he did inherit was his father's good looks...
So he has wandered across much of Beqanna. Having escaped the fall of Pangea. The final tearing apart of his 'family'. Now he was free. Free to go where he wished and be who he was without fear that they would find him. He just recently had returned to Loess. The winter here was more harsh but his thick muscles and full coat protected him well. He had grown into a fine stallion of decent proportions. Blonde tresses often obstructing his view, especially as he grazed. Brushing the snow aside with his hooves he attempted to unearth the dried grasses beneath. In his concentration he did not noticed the cavern nestled into the side of the cliffs. Nor the pair of eyes watching from inside. If the chilled breeze had been drafted the opposite direction he may have caught the scent of the other, but he was unaware.
Once satisfied at the mediocre meal he had dug up, his crown lifted. A swift toss of his muzzle renewed his vision. Sky blue eyes scanned the area. The sun's rays warmed his black coat quickly. An added comfort to the stallion as he tipped a hind hoof. Ears rested at the sides of his crown, as he exhaled a loud exhausted snort...
Imperial
@[Kuma]