Ambrosius

Ambros’ maroon feathered limbs ate up the ground as he made his way towards the meeting that Psyche had called. Of course, he was late but that would explain why his limbs stretched out at a near gallop, racing across the icy lands towards the Arch in which the call had come from. Instead of his normal easy going trot in which he was sure to carry his ivory tipped horn up proudly, showing off his bloodlines with pride.
No, today his ebony frame was stretched out as he careened across the lands, occasionally a hoof would hit the ground incorrectly and a flash of panic would light up his pupilless pools but then his other three hooves would hit the ground soundly by some source of luck and the panic would vanish and no trace of it would be left in the stallion’s features. His lion like tail flowed out straight in the wind that was created by his sporthorse like frame. Finally the icy arch came into the view of his solid pale blue pools as he slid to a near stop, wanting to slow his pace slightly as he grew closer to the gathering of horned equine such as himself.
Ambrosius had heard tale of a hornless and wingless equine residing in the Steppe, but he had yet to lock his odd eyes on to the frame of this disgusting creature. The ebony stallion would much rather have a skyrat floating about their land rather than one without any special qualities. A disgusted snort escaped from his nares at the thought of the mutant wandering aimlessly about his own home, hopefully the rest of the story was true and the creature belonged to one of the more supreme race. His pale blue pools slowly darkened as he grew closer to the group and the stench of that rat filled his delicate nares.
Stepping into the circle of equine that stood around the dark mare his ebony ears flicked forwards catching onto some of the last few words spoken throughout the group before he had stepped in. "Where do we strike, in what form, do we operate solitary or in groups. Specifics, dear sister, I want details more than pretty speeches." The grulla mare with the feathers braided through her tresses spoke. A red sheen lit up the unicorn’s odd pools at the thought of what she meant by striking out at something, which Ambro assumed meant there was to be a war sometime in the near future. Blood, it meant blood everywhere. More of the blood of the inferior races spilled across the ground poisoned by the deadly beauty of the bones that spiraled out of the unicorns’ foreheads. A dangerous grin spread across his white splashed features as he lowered his crown low enough that his maroon tassels touched the snow and icy of the region. ”Lady Psyche, I, Ambrosius, am at your beck and call. Let’s rid the lands of these…pests.” As the last lyric fell from his velvets the stallion lifted his cranium back up and locked his pupilless pools on the pools of the hornless creature who stood next to the light grey mare.


"Ambrosius talks here!"
[Word Count: 532]
[Notes: It’ll get better once I get more into his character<3]