Examining the strange structure of the building from many angles it became quite clear that nothing he had seen before had ever resembled anything close to this. Each of the joints were carved perfectly into the stone almost seamlessly surely only someone of great knowledge could pull this off with the help of magic. Magic had not been something he had been familiar with growing up but then again his childhood didn't consist of much other than loneliness. His mother only returned when she needed to and really she could have cared less that he even existed. As a yearling there had been many occasions that he had believed he would surely perish from lack of sustenance and his emaciated carcass had portrayed each any every bit of it. Living through all of that had been an immense surprise but it had taught him that he could count on nobody but himself. It had taken a long time for him to figure out how to take care of himself and get his body back to a more normal body condition score. At first he had been so weak he had not even been able to lift his head but somehow something managed to keep him stringing along. Without guidance in his life things became a series of trial and error until something finally worked, fighting had been his outlet to get what he needed.

Shaking back the tendrils of his forelock from his face rustling turned his ear warily but otherwise he remained seemingly clueless to the presence of another. That strange feeling of eyes upon you prickled his skin as he continued to nose around at the strange objects littering the ground to see if there might be something of use. Scenting the air no masculine scent seemed assault his senses so that only left it to be a woman out there somewhere. Finally turning around he gave his full attention to the filly attempting to appear as if she were brave. His blue eyes pierced into hers casually sweeping back over her painted hide before residing back to her face. Not being one to appear sloppy in the presence of a lady, regardless of how young he drew himself proudly as he took a confident step closer. "Greetings." He replied simply tilting his head to the side as he tried to get a better idea of why such a young girl was out here all alone.

"Can I help you with something?" He said with a flick of his tail waiting for the conversation to get to the point. What was he supposed to do just stand here forever? If it wasn't for her age his response might have been quite a bit different more in the forms of what the fuck was she staring at? He may not have had anyone growing up but he had manners somewhere in there and the decency to know who he could speak to certain ways. Wounds seemed to decorate the girl's torso in a much lesser degree than that of his own leading him to believe she had been at the tigress's battle. What dumb kid walks into a battle? Did Helovians have no sense, and here they were judging those of the rift. How much more convoluted could it get?

“We who are immortal, we are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.”