Patience was something that many individuals lacked in this time and day. Everyone was so focused on the future and what it would bring rather than concentrating on the here and now. His mother had taught him the value of this opportunistic trait that one could chose to ignore or to embrace it to accomplish many things in life. He had taken the opportunity when he had the chance and with it learned to refine it into what could be considered utmost patience. It took quite a lot to get him worked up over things but if you did manage to crack through you would wish you hadn't.

Standing at over sixteen hands and composed of tuned muscle fibers he could prove to be a force to be reckoned with if the situation called for it. His father had passed along his expertise and training in the field of combat and defense giving him not only the power but the intelligence to make him a skilled soldier of many talents. As it stood much of this remained a secret to be told only if necessary as he was not one for bragging or goading himself above others. His ancestors had given him much including his rather unusual patterned pelt which was considered to be a dappled steel shade of grey. The strange aspect came in the form of the intricate designs that covered the lower half of his athletic frame extending up over and around his legs coming up onto his shoulders and hindquarters. Metallic silver accented this design making it quite a sight to be seen if you found this sort of thing interesting. His eyes were also a bright silver instead of the usual shades of blues, browns and greens that normally dominated the spectrum.

Walking silently through the threshold the sound of another nearby caught his attention as he turned to find another stallion drinking from the nearby stream. Many newcomers seemed to find this place rather confusing at times with the seemingly endless expanse of forest, so far he had only met a couple others here but enjoyed striking up conversations to see if he might lend his assistance. Tipping his cranium forward he let out a soft nicker revealing his presence to the other unicorn. Now he would get to see what kind of personality the depths had brought along this time. Maybe this stallion may find interest in the foothills with the rest of them, there was no harm in asking after all but in time. "Hello there, who might you be?" His voice stood strong yet calm showing no flickers of fear or arrogance.

TAGS: @[Dolor]
MUSE: Good
NOTES: Hope you don't mind Ciceron dropping in :)