Jesper
09-15-2019, 09:24 AM
Eyas' visit was a peculiar one to say the least. She came of her own volition and, she left him with so many more questions than answers. What happened to Lavendel? Obviously, she was strong enough to birth two children. But, was she so weak from torture that she didn't make it? Jesper hoped that when Lamb escaped from Sylva, his torture would be over. Instead, the news that his first borns were birthed in the great forest will constantly remind him of that horrible chapter of his life; their lives.
He could not just let the information she delivered go. He had to see to it himself. His questions did not just center around Lamb. Why had his son never sought him out? Does he know that his father exists? How long after Jesper stood outside the Sylvan border, calling for Lamb, were Juice and his daughter born? Where was his daughter? What was her name?
The black shakes his poll and sends bronze-highlighted streaks askew. He clears his mind and focuses on the Nerine cliffside that his aquamarine gaze locks upon. Moments later, Jesper plunges into the arctic sea and begins pushing his way through. Chunks of ice graze against his cold legs as he swims. Muscular chassis keeps limbs moving beneath the surface to prevent him from becoming an iceberg. Jesper's strokes are powerful as he has made this swim frequently.
When his front hooves strike the rocky floor, stallion pulls himself onto the coastline. He brings himself upright and, once steady on all fours, he shakes his body. The heavy winterized water clings to the tendrils of his mane and tail though his pelt seems less soaked. Before the salty coastal wind can whip his sides, the black calls upon his newly acquired environmental adaptation. He grows a dense and dry undercoat that is similar to that of his canine pelt. In moments, he can feel his torso thawing and, a sensation of warmth replaces the freezing cold that had begun to settle in.
Once he is no longer in jeopardy of developing frostbite, the black stallion pushes towards the center of Nerine. He arrives today in equine form to avoid any negative connotations associated with foxes. His intention is to hold a diplomatic meeting with his queen and, the king of Loess. In a show of mutual respect, he feels it best to present himself in a trustworthy, sincere fashion. He would hate for any miscommunication to arise because either leader could not interpret his canine body language. Jesper permits his olfactory sense to track the location of the blue roan sabino mare. He marches confidently towards her until his light blue gaze recognizes her regal features. He offers a warm smile and both ears prick forwards atop his poll. Jesper halts a respectable distance away and offers a brief "Good day, my Queen." Afterwards, he makes a point of scanning their surroundings for the familiar two-toned stallion with hair a metallic shade that mirrors his own highlights. Jesper offers a respectful nod of his poll and a warm smile as well. He waits until Castile is close enough before he greets him as well. "Castile, I am relieved you got Leilan's message. Thank you for meeting me, here." The black falls silent and permits the two leaders to exchange pleasantries. All the while, he compiles what he needs to say and, how he will say it.
@[Heartfire] @[Castile]
He could not just let the information she delivered go. He had to see to it himself. His questions did not just center around Lamb. Why had his son never sought him out? Does he know that his father exists? How long after Jesper stood outside the Sylvan border, calling for Lamb, were Juice and his daughter born? Where was his daughter? What was her name?
The black shakes his poll and sends bronze-highlighted streaks askew. He clears his mind and focuses on the Nerine cliffside that his aquamarine gaze locks upon. Moments later, Jesper plunges into the arctic sea and begins pushing his way through. Chunks of ice graze against his cold legs as he swims. Muscular chassis keeps limbs moving beneath the surface to prevent him from becoming an iceberg. Jesper's strokes are powerful as he has made this swim frequently.
When his front hooves strike the rocky floor, stallion pulls himself onto the coastline. He brings himself upright and, once steady on all fours, he shakes his body. The heavy winterized water clings to the tendrils of his mane and tail though his pelt seems less soaked. Before the salty coastal wind can whip his sides, the black calls upon his newly acquired environmental adaptation. He grows a dense and dry undercoat that is similar to that of his canine pelt. In moments, he can feel his torso thawing and, a sensation of warmth replaces the freezing cold that had begun to settle in.
Once he is no longer in jeopardy of developing frostbite, the black stallion pushes towards the center of Nerine. He arrives today in equine form to avoid any negative connotations associated with foxes. His intention is to hold a diplomatic meeting with his queen and, the king of Loess. In a show of mutual respect, he feels it best to present himself in a trustworthy, sincere fashion. He would hate for any miscommunication to arise because either leader could not interpret his canine body language. Jesper permits his olfactory sense to track the location of the blue roan sabino mare. He marches confidently towards her until his light blue gaze recognizes her regal features. He offers a warm smile and both ears prick forwards atop his poll. Jesper halts a respectable distance away and offers a brief "Good day, my Queen." Afterwards, he makes a point of scanning their surroundings for the familiar two-toned stallion with hair a metallic shade that mirrors his own highlights. Jesper offers a respectful nod of his poll and a warm smile as well. He waits until Castile is close enough before he greets him as well. "Castile, I am relieved you got Leilan's message. Thank you for meeting me, here." The black falls silent and permits the two leaders to exchange pleasantries. All the while, he compiles what he needs to say and, how he will say it.
@[Heartfire] @[Castile]