Jesper
His summer was kept busy by the arrival of his daughter and, duties as Tod of the Isle. Although the island was sparse in inhabitants, he had found plenty to keep his mind sharp. The fox-shifter stands in his equine form today. The autumn air here is much harsher than on the mainland but, Jesper is able to grow a thicker pelt than his desert-bred genes allow for. He is grateful every day for the gift earned from the Ice Queen's quest. As the brisk breeze rustles his black fur and his bronze-streaked tresses, Jesper also takes note of a new scent. His poll lifts and his ears prick forward as he pulls the other male's cologne into his olfactory sense. There is a familiarity about his scent though Jesper cannot place it just yet. The male's bugle echoes across the barren tundra and rings in the Tod's ears.
Dutifully, the black stallion picks up a peppy trot, in the direction of the new guy. The steed maintains an alert but friendly posture as he approaches the mammoth equine trotting across the snow. Jesper slows into a walk and then, a halt. It is now, as he stands in front of him, that he gets his first, really good look. A pair of green eyes meet his icy blue ones. The younger stallion, despite his age, towers over Jesper by a solid five hands. With his height, and his tusks, he could easily plow over anyone in his path. His pelt is certainly thick enough to withstand the Isle's extreme climate. Its color bears a resemblance to Leilan but, his cologne does not. He had never seen a creature like this one before. However, his experience with the magic of Beqanna taught him to never judge one based on appearance.
Jesper offers a warm smile and respectful nod of his head before he speaks in a tone that is light and casual. "Greetings there, traveller. I am Jesper, the Tod of Icicle Isle. Most of our visitors do not come here by accident. What brings you to the Isle? What do you call yourself?"
@[Intoxication]
Dutifully, the black stallion picks up a peppy trot, in the direction of the new guy. The steed maintains an alert but friendly posture as he approaches the mammoth equine trotting across the snow. Jesper slows into a walk and then, a halt. It is now, as he stands in front of him, that he gets his first, really good look. A pair of green eyes meet his icy blue ones. The younger stallion, despite his age, towers over Jesper by a solid five hands. With his height, and his tusks, he could easily plow over anyone in his path. His pelt is certainly thick enough to withstand the Isle's extreme climate. Its color bears a resemblance to Leilan but, his cologne does not. He had never seen a creature like this one before. However, his experience with the magic of Beqanna taught him to never judge one based on appearance.
Jesper offers a warm smile and respectful nod of his head before he speaks in a tone that is light and casual. "Greetings there, traveller. I am Jesper, the Tod of Icicle Isle. Most of our visitors do not come here by accident. What brings you to the Isle? What do you call yourself?"
@[Intoxication]