Mauja the FrostHeart
ice cold man watches earth die, eternal winter takes its reign

( It said open as well, so I hope you don't mind the company! ^^ )

He'd been drifting around up north for a while, seeking to cool off up here where the sun didn't shine so hotly and the ground still was covered in something moderately pale. It was all slush, though, at least the topmost layers, churned to a mess by hooves, paws, winds and thaw. In a way, it was a desolate place, destroyed by the reckless rampage of gods, a mere shadow of its former cold-edged crystal beauty. Still, it was cooler, softer, and the Edge King felt more at ease here than in his own charred, dry forest. Wind-whipped and leafless his forest stood on its cliff, smelling of brine, but the nights were warm and the days unbearable. It offered little shade, and too much misery. Still - he was the sovereign, and he had to return before too long. The isthmus loomed like a shadow across his heart and mind, and it was with longing in his soul that he trudged across the half-melted steppe, breath pooling into the air like a smoke cloud, dissipating somewhere overhead. Sunlight sparkled in the frost of his horn, which for once wasn't melting in it. For a moment he felt like stopping and purring like a content cat, but - he was a horse, not a cat.

He'd actually given in and begun to make his way south, to the isthmus, when he spied two shapes in the distance. They were more or less directly in his path, and from where he was walking, it was hard to tell whether they had wings or horns or not; he only saw that they were relatively dark in color, and the wind didn't blow in his favor. Still, Mauja was a curious creature, and despite his racism, found it interesting to have the occasional interaction with the hornless. Some had valuable information, some he could actually appreciate, but somewhere deep in his heart, he was always detached, disconnected; the thought of one day turning upon them (Azzuen, Indy, Onni) did not bother him, did not fill him with regret. That was just the way of things.

And so the FrostHeart picked up his hooves and set off at an elegant high-kneed trot, feather-adorned tail streaming behind him like a plume of snow.

When he came closer, he saw that they were quite similar, but very different in size; they shared color, but one was a foal not yet half-grown, the other presumably its mother. Both were blue roan, both had wings, and leonine tails - that mystified him, and with curiosity sparkling along the rims of his blue eyes he moved even closer. Did she have unicorn in her blood? Vile. Or did the pegasus of her homeland share a distinctively horned trait? He whickered, calling out a greeting; the mare was busy sliding something over the filly's neck, but he couldn't see what yet. His own daughter, Snö, had just come home, and seeing this mother and daughter pair struck something in him, resonated with something in his heart. Psyche... Smoky breath streamed from his nostrils, and when he was a mere twenty yards away did he slow to a walk, not wanting to barge in on them like some uncivilized brute. He did possess a bit more grace and tact than Korra.

For a moment he was struck by the notion that his approach was odd, but the next he tossed it out the window; you never learned things if you never interacted with strangers. Giving them both a cheerful smile, only warmth sliding around in his cold-blue eyes, he wound to a halt - perching politely at the outskirts of their circle. From here, he saw the cold chain around the filly's neck, and the bronze framework holding an emerald green stone. He recognized it as an amulet, and curiously enough the adult mare had one too, but it was blue. He took it in in the blink of an eye. "Ah, greetings ladies! What brings you out here, on such a nice day?" He was all soft snow and smooth curves; nothing showed of the cold, sharp ice that lay just beneath.