Tiberios
It had been a long time since he’d even thought of coming here. The Field seems … strange. As if so much has changed since he last stepped foot on this land. In fact, it had changed. Everything had changed. So much so that the spotted stallion smirks at the glaring newness of it all. With faint interest he slips into the throng of horses, the large scar covering the left side of his body causing several to turn in tepid curiosity. He’d worn the mark for so long now that the glares seemed nearly invisible. He’d traded his dashing looks for something much, much more powerful. His amber eyes flicker over them all until they catch the dim glint of gold in the moonlight. There she is - a gilded, winged mare conversing with another of her gender. The gold seems very invested in the conversation, while the grey seems hesitant but inquisitive.
Tiberios knows a pitch when he sees one - that much hasn’t changed. He makes his way steadily to them, a polite grin stretching across his strong jaw. “Might I join you two?” it seems a brash way to insert oneself, but he doubts either will be adverse to the idea. He catches the grey’s name, but he won’t repeat it yet. “My name is Tiberios, by the way.”
Tiberios
Initiate of the Falls