What does he seek? He seeks mares, a herd, amulets, jewels, more mares. A ghost of a smile, guarded and revealing little, traces his lips, jaw opening and words spewing forth, answering the question how he knows he should. "I seek to join the Aurora Basin and serve as a warrior." His voice is a deep, thick, dulcet, a crescendo of tones and notes that compose a seductive lilt meant for no one in particular.
The beast of a stallion stays quiet for only a minute before releasing more information about himself. "Around Helovia, I am known as Caleb." Here, he is known as Caleb, yet before Helovia, he had many names and titles. Some titles were accurate, like the Beast, or the Frozen, but others were plain ridiculous. Either way, he would now only introduce himself as Caleb, if this stranger wanted to add some strange tag, he could, though it would most likely not stick. None of the other names had truly stuck around. "What are you called?" He inquires, part of him genuinely curious.
ooc: @[Ashamin] bayleerivero3