It was silent the day he was born. The sun slowly began to fall below the horizon, painting the snow with the colors of fire. The child, sired by the Shadow and foaled from his mare, lay on the snow. He remained a moist pile of sinew as his mother gently bathed him. He would grow with masculinity and strength, but at this moment he was just a colt.

The young child's eyes paralleled the beauty of the setting sun, acidic-green mingled with flecks of corn-yellow to create captivating irises. His copper coat glistened, it would dry to be a sleek velvet. The chrome that adorned his cranium and lanky legs matched the pristine ivory of the snow around him. From his crest grew midnight tresses and from his buttocks exuded a slender appendage that writhed like a snake, at the end of this leonine tail- an ebony tassel. At his flanks grew two wings, for now they remained coated with a silky fur, surely to be shed and replaced with magnificent ebony feathers. Immediately behind his small lobes were two nubs, the beginning of thick ram horns. Even in his smallness, it was easy to tell he'd be magnificent.

Still, the large grey being beside him was not dull in comparison. Her coat was thick, richly accented by darker tones. From her crown grew dual horns that spiraled outwards, twisting and curling. Her touches are sweet and kind- tender. She is Zünden; She is his mother.

A small squeal leaves the young boy's lips as another figures strides towards him. This second beast is frightening, dark and cold. This was Caleb, the child's sire. His body ripples with muscle, his eyes are unnerving. At his sides, two wings explode outwards. A top his cranium rests a single horn. He is daunting. As this dark beast looked upon the child, that coldness cracked and vanished, replaced by pride and joy. The sire glanced at the dam, offering words that the colt didn't truly understand yet. "Zünden, we have made a fine child. Are you well? Do you need a healer?" The adult was concerned with Mother's condition and it seemed genuine, though the young child did not understand why and squealed in response to the words he did not understand. Caleb was father.

This new world did not intimidate the foal. He was curious and excited, ready to face what obstacles were thrown at him. He had a primal view of the world, something that could quite possibly benefit him in the future. Tiberius, son of Caleb and Zünden, child of the snow and mountains.