Jesper
08-13-2019, 09:36 PM
Living on such a remote piece of Beqanna kept the happenings of the mainland on the other side of the bay. The bay served as a physical barrier to isolate the Icicles. If you did not possess wings, you had to swim across, which is easily a deterring factor. Jesper did not know what events are or, were, taking place across the kingdoms. He could not know without travelling there or, without one of them travelling here. He supposes that most leaders would not waste sending a diplomat to him when, they could more easily, and more importantly, reach Heartfire. To some degree, Jesper enjoyed not being responsible for such a large turf. On the other hand, his social nature feels quite deprived most days.
Jesper could not know the implications of his duel with Sabrina. He had no clue what motivations or, possible ulterior motives, prompted her to challenge him except for those stated in the battle. Jesper also admits to not knowing more about Sabrina despite the fact that she lived right under his nose. Regardless, the black steed is grateful for the outcome. He vows to be more active and alert when it comes to his territory. So, when a crisp breeze delivers the scent of a stranger to him, Jesper perks right up. It seems the recent battle still had him on edge. Sensitive salmon domes filter through the limited fragrances until he comes across the unfamiliar perfume again. His chassis tenses before the stallion puts himself into motion. His body is still stiff, even days after the battle but, the bruises are healing, slowly. The break in his right front leg is on the mend, thanks immensely to Caelestra; though, there is still some healing left. Jesper refrains from bearing the same amount of weight carried by the other three limbs. Instead, he favors it slightly as he walks across the barren landscape.
Jesper continues until his light blue gaze rests upon a striking golden figure in the distance. Her mane stands erect and, is the color of his current pelt. The early sun radiates off of her wings, which bear hues of stark white against captivating navy and black. The stallion studies this visitor as he marches towards her. His poll lifts as he draws closer and then, Jesper halts a few steps away. Bronze-tipped lobes flick with uncertainty as he attempts to read her intentions. At last, the black steed settles, into a square halt, with one ear pricked forward while the other alternates between surveying the tundra and, resting against his poll. Try as he may, Jesper is unable to get a read on this winged, buckskin lady. She seems right at home, he thinks as he observes how relaxed she stands. His pale blue gaze is cold and hard as he anticipates another challenge. At last, he speaks up with a tone that is dry and unwavering. "Excuse me. Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Jesper could not know the implications of his duel with Sabrina. He had no clue what motivations or, possible ulterior motives, prompted her to challenge him except for those stated in the battle. Jesper also admits to not knowing more about Sabrina despite the fact that she lived right under his nose. Regardless, the black steed is grateful for the outcome. He vows to be more active and alert when it comes to his territory. So, when a crisp breeze delivers the scent of a stranger to him, Jesper perks right up. It seems the recent battle still had him on edge. Sensitive salmon domes filter through the limited fragrances until he comes across the unfamiliar perfume again. His chassis tenses before the stallion puts himself into motion. His body is still stiff, even days after the battle but, the bruises are healing, slowly. The break in his right front leg is on the mend, thanks immensely to Caelestra; though, there is still some healing left. Jesper refrains from bearing the same amount of weight carried by the other three limbs. Instead, he favors it slightly as he walks across the barren landscape.
Jesper continues until his light blue gaze rests upon a striking golden figure in the distance. Her mane stands erect and, is the color of his current pelt. The early sun radiates off of her wings, which bear hues of stark white against captivating navy and black. The stallion studies this visitor as he marches towards her. His poll lifts as he draws closer and then, Jesper halts a few steps away. Bronze-tipped lobes flick with uncertainty as he attempts to read her intentions. At last, the black steed settles, into a square halt, with one ear pricked forward while the other alternates between surveying the tundra and, resting against his poll. Try as he may, Jesper is unable to get a read on this winged, buckskin lady. She seems right at home, he thinks as he observes how relaxed she stands. His pale blue gaze is cold and hard as he anticipates another challenge. At last, he speaks up with a tone that is dry and unwavering. "Excuse me. Who are you? What are you doing here?"
jesper
carnage x bethanie
@[Eyas]
1st, I apologize if it does not flow. I am excited about where this will go and couldn't wait to give you words!
2nd, sorry for Jesper's attitude. It seems he is finding it hard to trust right now.