It was strange enough to find yourself hopelessly lost in a vast array of forest and all that came between but the hardest pill to swallow was the unknown possibility of returning home. While it wasn't such a big deal to one such as himself to others it would surely cause some problems. Home had never been more than a familiar stretch of land here and there, no one was missing him and there was nothing to go back to. Ever since he was young there had never been anyone in his life that had stayed for a long period of time. That wench that had been his mother was useless to him now just as he had been to her for the year she was stuck coming back to make sure is bony hide made it another day. As soon as it was possible she had exited his life and never bothered to look back to her huge mistake. At that age he did not understand why she kept leaving him behind but soon enough it became only a distant memory. Bitterness had hardened him into the beast he was today and honestly he was better off alone.

What the hell is this old stud babbling on about he mused listening to his words but not really making much sense of it all. Something about ice on the water and days getting longer? What did that have to do with anything that had been mentioned so far? Before he could think too much into the comment the topic changed sending them in a whole different direction. Why did someone else care what had caused his injuries? Only thing that matter was that the bastard was dead and gone to the depths of hell never to return. Sure the burns had hurt like hell and still did but what concern was it to this strangely patterned brute? Thinking for a moment he finally decided to answer the question but it was likely not what this dude was expecting. "Just a little bear blood. Its nothing really I have had much worse." He stated simply unsure how else to describe the disgusting corrosive properties their god had possessed. It wasn't all that strange to encounter things that spit acid or bleed poison should you pierce its hide. Well back home it wasn't uncommon... but maybe here things were different? What did they have cute fuzzy penguins with fangs? Apparently these inhabitants knew nothing about what lurked out there deep within the shadows, well if their worlds had crossed it was likely that they were not the only things sucked up. Great that would mean tracking down every last demon and essentially taking out the trash before this world became over run with the buggers. Not exactly what he had in mind but it was better than just wandering aimlessly not knowing where the hell you were. 

"Depends on the day really but considering there is nothing better to do, why not." He replied with a shrug. "So am I stuck just calling you old man or is there something else you go by?" he commented with a touch of humour thrown in there.  If he was going to be following this stallion around for who knows how long it might come in handy to know his actual name instead of his adoptive pet names. While a herd didn't interest him all that much one could never really go wrong with a girl and a adventure. 

•• TAGS: @Lace  •• NOTES: Sure if they get separated briefly that could account for the labyrinth and maybe Lace could find him again after the battle or something up to you..  ••

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