Draevo



The journey from the Threshold had been a simple one, Draevo had followed the fiery pelted stallion to a clearing big enough to host his larger than life wing span. He had made the effort to indulge in any small talk the smaller stag may have thrown his way, but it had stopped when they had reached the suitable clearing. All it took was the unfurling of dual coloured wings, and with one powerful leap and beat of the enormous appendages he spun into the air without a second thought.

He had waited, hovering in the air light a mighty bird of prey, thick nostrils bellowed a snort, sending a signal for Rift to join him and lead the way and it was a simple job of keeping himself airborne after that. Which was nothing to the muscular stallion, he had almost questioned whether Rift could keep up, but elected to continue his stories of battle and bloodshed with the dainty stallion. Draevo didn't have the vocalization for a life as a noble story teller, his common tongue was far too broken and underused to be used so creatively, but for the sake of not letting the long flight be one marred with awkward silence, he gritted his teeth and got on with it.

Soon the lush fields and deep rooted tree's had become scattered as the grass turned to sand beneath them. 'Getting close' he thought with a shake of his jaw marked head, his marked rib cage heaving with a sigh. It didn't take even the brightest spark in the box to figure out that when the land turned to sea with only a large island in front of them, that that was the place they were headed. The primal stallion began his descent in one smooth motion, sailing to the ground with little effort and landing with a get thud onto the rolling sands. It scattered beneath his feet in a roll of heated red, more scattered to the winds created by his cream and smokey wings. They remained arched in the air, as if he expected to take to the air at any moments notice, and he waited for Rift to be at his side before he snorted out loud as a small way of greeting an opening to a conversation.


 "This is Throat?" Deep voice rumbled deep from his chest, as bright blue eyes glanced around to see if he could spy any of this so called Warrior Herd's members.  Feather and stud littered mane and tail swayed lightly in the breeze, each feather a trophy from the warriors of his homeland he had bested in battle, they danced their silent tales in the light orange moon wind — the studs were merely for decoration, and his tail may have also flicked in response Draevo's own impatience at the lack of herd members visible to him right now.

The beast would be disappointed, and slightly put off, if he did not at least get to meet one of them during his first moments touched down upon what was supposed to be his new home.