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Winter settled into rich spring, grasses almost too sweet to stomach as he roamed south. The destruction of his homeland was long past, but his path was nomadic ever since, uncomfortable for the charming, loyal settler. He stood tall, the winter coat he bore having shed in to rich, smooth black and silver, only a short, cropped beard dusting the bottom lines of his delicate jaw. Bolverik was beautiful, in a masculine way. The curves of his figure were well-muscled, neck held highly arched and gait light as if ready to spring at a moment's notice.
Two, spiraled horns on his brow curved backward, the color of purest gold and sparkling in the dapples of sunlight filtering through full, blushing trees. The lion tail he bore, lengthy and luxurious, was held curled behind him, tendrils of black hair fading to an ethereal white, as if he was fading from the background of night into the glory of starlight. Golden hooves graced the ground upon which he walked, matching golden eyes that observed his environment with delight. What a truly stunning forest he had found, here, in the center of the glove.
While he missed the chill of winter and the memories of home, this place held hope, hope for a new beginning. Pain lay behind him, bleeding and burned, and he had to let go, had to move on. Her memories would linger always, but she was only one side of a multi-faceted orb that was his mysterious life. The past would not be spoke of here. New beginnings - that is what this place was, and hopefully, there would be those to share with, enjoy their company. Perhaps even royalty he could... serve.
Ruling again, now that was a divine dream. He wanted a kingdom, power, glory, and children bounding around with his bloodline strong. This was where he started over, built from scratch and started anew. This is where dreams could be as grand and wild as he could imagine, but for now, he settled for just a smile. The stallion took a deep breath, inhaling the rich, earth tones and embracing the sounds of life. All hail this land... whatever it may be called.
@[Torleik] - half-bros for life
