ALL MEN ARE MORTAL
The reddish pine needle trail was long and winding. The air was still and there was not much sound of wildlife anymore. Where the birds once sang, was abruptly silenced once the massive dark stag turned his way onto a misty side of a fork in the path. He did not know it, but this was the path that lead to the Chamber, a kingdom very well suited for the dark Clydesdale. Grödur trod along, his massive hooves pounding into the soft spring ground with each big, heavy step. The black sabino stag had not been around Beqanna for long, his past mostly forgotten, for you see, he is not the best with remembering things. His mine was focused on one thing only; getting to...somewhere. Being new to Beqanna was not easy, he had no idea where anything was, he did not know a single soul. So getting to a place where he could plant his roots per say was quite the daunting task.
Making his way along the lonely fog laced path, Grödur began to pick up fresh, strong scents. Horses definitely, and the land smelled distinctively stronger than the path he has been traveling. He soon came to a stop at a large stone point, his curiosity peaked a bit. He wondered where he was, who resided here...hopefully all his traveling will pay off. He hoped he would not have to set off again so soon after thinking he is somewhere suitable.
OOC: Sorry its so short, I was falling asleep last night while writing it, plus my first time writing him, I've not clicked with his character yet..