The way the mare held herself was intruiging. So bold and sure. At least on the outside. Usually he found the ones that kept this outward appearance were often the most conflicted on the inside.
He had stopped just within reach of the spotted mare with silver locks. Finding her coloring just as mysterious as her personality thus far. His introduction is smooth, effortless even. The title he held always accompanied his name, so they knew who exactly they were dealing with. Sure he was prideful of it, why wouldn't he be? Most found it to be arrogance. If pride is construed to be arrogant than so be it.
Her words seem mockingly defensive. Perhaps they were meant to be but he dismisses it with a chuckled scuff. Turning his eyes from her and onto the isle. "You wanna know who I am do you? Well...daughter of Brennen, I'm not sure you could handle the true me," a sly grin parts his lips at his jiving comment. His silver-hazel eyes returning to find hers as a fore limb reaches forward to draw him nearer to her. Lavender lips linger very near her damp cheek. Meeting her eye to eye as he searches the depths of her reflective pools. "Who are you Mosrael?" He could feel her own heated breath on his lavender hide as he paused for her response. "I can tell you are much more than just one of Brennens' spawn," he whispered into her flesh.
@[Mosrael] <3