His smirk grew as she dodged sideways, but he hadn’t intended to hit her, not yet anyway. He watched her stubborn expression, and took in her single wing. He briefly wondered what had happened to her, but in all honestly he didn’t really care. He watched her muscles relax, if only slightly and he followed suit unbothered by her at all. His sunflower yellow eye followed her long ears as they vanished into her thick bouncy mane. His own white dishes shifted idly towards her. Curiosity wasn’t a natural emotion for him, but he wouldn’t deny himself such a feeling. She was a very odd mare indeed, and this really did peak his inquisitiveness. He watched her eyes as they flowed over his white and red painted body. He seemed to sense she was looking directly at his mane and he lowered his head slightly to cover his milky right eye. He hated his blind eye. Ever since the accident had happened he had wished it had been taken out, at least that would be tough looking. He let it go, even though it shook him deeply, most were to transfixed by his size to notice.

Krieger met her gaze coolly at this point he was too interested in her calm defiant demeanor to wish to harm the dappled mare. Sweat was beading on his smooth white coat in places making him look more grey than white in places. He twitched his sides softly trying to shake some of the dampness away. ‘This damn humidity is going to kill me.’ He thought dismally, he definitely liked the cool climates much better. He kept his eye locked on her as he awaited her response. Her reply did not bring fourth his anger, but brought a deep dark chuckle. ‘Of course I am confident and careless, why should I care?’ His thundering chuckle kept on rumbling. He kept his gaze on her, but it wasn’t as severe as it had been.

His gaze shifted to the hovering winged predator over the mare’s head it was strangely funny, he wasn’t bothered by the look of the long sharp claws o beak on the creature. He turned back to her and was just about to speak when a new comer broke in. His yellow eye blazed, he hated being interrupted like this. As the larger stallion stepped between himself and the dappled mare he smirked aggressively, almost daringly. It was rare that he found a stallion larger than himself, but it didn’t frighten him in the least. His eye roved over the stallion naturally searching for a weak spot, but instead he found the many horns. He did feel a little worried about all of the short straight horns settled into the stallion’s roman nose. The slight prick of anxiety was quickly forgotten as he noticed the necklace of bells. He chuckled again and shifted his weight lazily off of his rear right hoof. ‘I won’t need my weight there anyway. ’He thought languidly. If Krieger was to attack the larger chocolate stallion he would simply shift his weight to his left leg and launch at him.

He swiveled his ears to catch the stallion’s demanding words. His dark chuckle sounded again, ’This tiny mare save my life? Brethren, does he think himself my equal?’ He smirked his cocky smile a ting of anger licking at him as his eye flicked upwards taking in the small coffee pelted griffin. Clearly being civial was not in his vocabulary, not to begin with anyway. Little did the newcomer know, he was about to introduce himself to the mare. He rolled his massive shoulders loosening the heavy muscles there, ‘Just in case.’ As the jingling male spoke again he side stepped him slightly to bring the mare back into his limited field of vision. He stood quietly for a moment taking in the scene, curiously wondering if he was to attack this, Blitzen, if the small dappled mare would come to aid him.

He took in Blitzen’s smiled and couldn’t hold back, he rolled his eyes and shifted once again. He did not want this ignorant stallion to notice his own weakness. He once again let silence waver between them, then broke it in his gravelly voice, “I am known as Krieger, the warrior.” He flicked his ears slightly to the mare. He was more interested in keeping his eye on the stallion, unsure of his intentions. “Before we were interrupted,” he paused narrowing his visible eye at the stallion, “I was going to introduce myself to this mare.” He let his eye flutter over the smaller mare.


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OOC: No problem! This is helping me figure him out! @[Africa] @[Blitzen]

Krieger’s pearly dishes swiveled towards the mare watching her contemptuous tone, which only made him smile slightly. ‘Hmm maybe warrior to them means something different to… innocent ones.’ He cocked his massive head curiously as she continued, ‘My step is measured when I am on the hunt, otherwise why should I watch out for silly plants and animals. ’ As she spoke of his tongue he chuckled again lifting his head up slowly closer towards his full height. As the mare’s voice subsided he shifted his eye towards her. Her gaze was sharp and bright, almost mesmerizing. Krieger had to fight his bright gaze from her own eyes back towards the aggravating stallion. His own sneer grew over his face as the stallion retorted, very lamely in his opinion. ‘Silence is best when you see red.’ Taking a deep breath he turned his ears back towards the mare.

He let her continue, ‘It’s never nice too meet a killer, but that’s ok she’ll find out soon enough.’ He flicked his eye back towards her he took in her almost forced smile then he dipped his own massive horned head towards her. ‘Africa the oracle from Dragon’s throat, wherever that is.’ He thought silently flicking his gaze back towards the quite Blitzen he wondered what he was up too. To him silence was dangerous, silence meant they were going to fight or they were thinking about how to fight or flee. He was careful to keep his gaze on the chocolate stallion, but the mare’s sudden silence drew his sun yellow eye back to her face. Her smile had no effect on the large white and red stallion, he could tell it was happy and free, but he honestly didn’t see why or care to see why she was being open. ‘Openness is weakness.’ He shifted his weight quickly to stop his red tribal marked foreleg chasing off a biting fly.

Krieger’s attention was drawn once again to the mare as she used his name. He smirked crookedly at her claim on the best army. ‘The finest army in Helovia, I guess that means this place is Helovia.’ He watched her proud stance and sharp gaze curiously. His head had lowered subconsciously as she spoke drawing his attention, but as her eyes fell on his blind eye, carefully tucked behind his long forelock; his head flew up with a snort of displeasure. Taking several quick deep breaths to calm himself he kept his head high and ears forward fighting his impulse flatten his ears. His temper evened but remained close to the breaking point as she finished her speech. He kept his gaze on her watching her almost trusting smile. He was tempted; yes he would enjoy joining an army, but this land was extremely different than he had ever known. He watched her silently then switched his one orbed gaze back towards the stallion as he spoke.

Krieger smirked his head still a loft as Blitzen spoke of his cocky behavior and judging a book by his cover. The large white stallion knew that the chocolate male was speaking of himself, but Krieger was not concerned, his attention was one something much more important than his challenging words. Krieger wasn’t always one for morals, but something deep, deep, inside was telling him to explain himself. Instead of explaining nicely like the tiny mouse like voice in his head was telling him, he let his deep avalanche voice swim through the thick air towards his company, “Maybe warrior is not the correct word in these lands. I would say I’m more of a…” He paused killer seemed harsh maybe an, “assassin.” He smiled cruelly with his last word he had meant his words to make them rethink what they were offering. Maybe one day these lands would have use for an experienced killer. He watched them both eagerly for their reaction, most found this bothersome and he was very interested in how the grey mare would accept this piece of news. “If you want to retract your offers go for it.” He spoke dispassionately his ears pricked towards the mare, but his flashing eye pinpointed on Blitzen.

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OOC: Once again sorry about it taking so long! My internet was fried for a bit! @[Africa] @[Blitzen] @[Africa]

He watched her reaction with mock satisfaction as his words sank in. He watched her shift her weight and he mimicked the movement only shifting to stand firm on all of his massive hooves. He could see the unease on her face and almost taste it in the air around them. His bright yellow eye watched her closely he could see it in her face that she was rethinking inviting a killer home. He couldn’t help the smile that spread over his muzzle. Krieger had honestly been hoping her family might honestly be looking for killer, but he was let down by her now reluctant nature.

Her snort made his head raise defiantly his eyes narrowing angrily. His own snort tore through the air at her words, anger was slowly bubbling up in his chest. He watched her forced calm which only made him angrier. He had spared her from his anger once and he wasn’t sure he wanted to or could do it again. He gazed over her features storing them deep in his memory, his mind already made. ‘If I come across her again, I’ll be sure to remember her kindness, no matter how forced.’ He thought silently. He wasn’t remembering her so he would not harm her in the future, but keeping this locked away in case he was sent after her to kill her. He would make her death quick and as painless as possible. Shaking hi massive head, red mane billowing smoothly around him he listened to her next words.

He turned his full attention towards the one winged grey mare. His deep gravelly voice was mostly vacant of expression, what expression was there was almost like gratitude but it was much to sarcastic for that, “I’m going to have to say no to going home with you. I don’t want to change for horses I don’t even know.” His great heavy head shook itself as if trying to get rid of a very stubborn fly. He stopped moving and stood watching her for a moment, his quiet calculating behavior taking control. He slowly forced himself to say something else, “I guess this means we’ll be going separate ways now.” He turned to leave pausing momentarily to catch any last words she might have, responding only with, “Goodbye.”

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Dragon’s Throat was first and foremost a haven, formed by the beating hearts of many who needed a cause, comfort or rest; it was forged, in her humble opinion, by the hooves who called it their home and the many souls who devoted their time and love to instil the values so relied upon to maintain the steadfast reputation surrounding it, both everlasting and generous. The herd did not bed those of wicked intent; the cruel and repulsive cults, who threatened the tranquillity of their humble existence, neither did they ordinarily spare consideration for any whom might wish a chance to build for themselves a status worth saluting. Africa had extended to the stallion, marbled with blood-red and brandishing the pitiless weapon of ill repute, something so generous and merciful as her grace and care. He was a fool though, undeniably, and his expression shifted into a sinister sneer at the suggestion that he should rope in his sour nature.

Silas began to rumble angrily, sensing at once the hostility leaking from the porous hide of their ashen company. The horn swung dangerously with each careless shift of his unpleasant face, and both he and his beloved stood well clear of its passage. Some heinous glint passed through his single glowing yellow eye- the other still remained concealed beneath the cunning curtain of forelock. Africa wondered with an impatient, worn smile if there was truly any softness in the crude male at all. He spoke and she blinked unenthusiastically in return, his spiel inciting only a fresh flood of raw disappointment through her veins. It was a fair pint, she realised, but she felt that the life he wanted would be laced with more hardship and risk than even one as stagnantly defiant as himself could realise- she thought in silence in retrospect as his voice filled the tranquil air between them once more, that some indeed seemed to have this villainous edge carved into their rough hearts. Needless to say, she could not relate.

He calmed, perhaps more so than in their whole conversation and pale gold eyes returned the calculating gaze shed. “Indeed.” She said plainly, licking dry rough lips when he turned himself from her in order to leave. He paused and she wondered if she ought to offer him something of herself, something kindly and pragmatic to remind him that her home was one to be remembered for the better. Africa smiled warmly, effortlessly and offered before he said goodbye to her, “I hope we meet again, be safe assassin.” As he bumbled off into the woods once more, wandering ears traced the stallion’s obnoxious path. She chuckled and shrugged at the hopelessness of that endeavour- the futility of all that she had pretended possible to achieve. “Unbelievable...” Her mind whispered light-heartedly to the Zephyr which still gazed after the brute. And Africa and Silas turned south.