Son of a Red Eyed Ghost
They had settled here among the rolling hills and cragged rocks. Having been brought back from the brink of despair and finding happiness in raising their daughters. Neither one were the others but in a tangled way they were family regardless. Spending most of their time just outside their cavern. Eventually they stirred in the same old routine. The one daughter of his bloodlines being the more rebellious of the pair. Typical. So he calls to her by name. A smile curling his lips, "Deiti, what do you say you and me go for a stroll? Some father-daughter time..." Without a miss of beat she prances about excitedly. With a toss of his head, silver forelock falls to rest over his one icey blue eye, "Well... Let's go."
He has no destination in mind. Just a leisurely stroll through the foothills of their home. She has grown so quickly. From a gangly legged foal to a young girl. The brilliant blue of her eyes matching his and smokey shade of coat very much the same as his coat. If one did not know - and few did - they would pass easily as father and daughter. He was more than satisfied to admit so. He didn't regard her as a niece, but as his own direct flesh and blood.
With each lengthy stride his senses remained on high alert. The dark child bounding here and there happily without care. This silver points were the only thing that made them stand out against the emerald of grass. The blackness of the filly and bulk of his own body was not eye catching in the least. Blue eyes scan the terrain in front of them. Noting a dotting of tree and rock but nothing more.
Climbing a slight incline they stand atop the grassy plain. The cool wind whipping his silver locks thick against his neck. His aproned face lowers to brush along his daughter crest as she stops beside him. "Daddy... Who that?" The smile on his face is lost to the fear of who she was referring too. He had not seen anyone. Rising his crown sharply as eyes widen with fear. The direction in which she looks is also where his gaze follows to. The contrasting colors of the stranger is not at all strange to him. Settling his anxiety almost immediately. A nerving chuckle escaped his vocals, "That's Ivar dear. He rules over the land we live in." It was a face he was glad to see. A greeting whinny extended to the scaled stallion...
Imperial
@[Ivar]