you can't give me what I need || Any

[Swagger]

if you can wait till I get home
then I swear we can make this last

 The past is but a mystery and he is a clean slate. Wherever life had taken him before matters no longer. All that matters is the present, the now. For whatever reason he is drawn to the land of snow and ice. It’s not their lack of femininity that he prefers for the ladies would always be a vice he couldn’t give up. It just seems the right place and the right time for him. Onyx hooves sink into the snow as his muscled body makes it’s way towards the one opening in the icy wall that reaches all the way to the sky. Inky tendrils of his forelock beat against his forehead as he peers through the whirling sleet and flakes that beat oppressively against his massive figure. Even as the storm rages against him, he halts at the border and waits. A stoic dark figure in a world of white. Snowflakes cling to thick lashes, snow drapes over his backside and still he stands silently. Waiting on the whims of the brotherhood to acknowledge him and make him one of their own.

S W A G G E R

I swear by tomorrow this will all be in the past

(I haven't figured him out yet so bare with me)