So much had changed since the gentle giant had entered Helovia. A darkness swept over the lands, swallowing everything in its path. Apart from the caves. For some reason something blocked the ever growing mist to enter. Almost like a sacred tomb, the stones used to build such a place, designed to barricade from evil.
The cave system was large, but there were so many down here it felt too crowed for the giant. He'd gone out and seeked a place of refuse,a place where no others would tred. A dark corner of the caverns. The walls though so close they occasionally brushed up against his sides, his horns too long they clipped the ceiling. Sometimes having such height and a weapon so long was not as great as it seemed. Some places the beast almost became stuck, like a cork in a bottle, wedged with only one way to go. Back out the same way. But the guy managed to go on-wards, even in the dark, he found his way, the walls acting like a guide pushing him forwards, until the whole thing opened out in front of him. The feeling of being cramped no longer there. And in glee the beast stretched out his neck as far as he could, a gentle smile played upon his lips.
This place he could happily call home for now, until the dark vanished from the lands above. The sand was now nothing new to him, he had learnt about it, become familiar with its company. Walking upon it no longer an issue for the large beast.
He knew that not many came down here for the smell of others was weaker than the rest of the caverns. In harmony the beast found a place to lay, the soft substrate was cold, no sun to shine down here, it was like that of the colder temperatures he had come from. Slowly he went down, front legs first, then with a large thud his back end followed with a lot less grace than his front, sand dispersed out from under him, creating almost a crater for where he lay. tucking his head inwards, his tail flicked round and covered his eyes. The beast became still, a rock to those that past, but his horns still stuck outwards in silence, a danger to anyone that passed without knowing. Easily speared or tripped. Just a hairy mound of hugeness, the beast fell asleep.

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The beast had not been asleep for long, barely a decent nap for such a large boy. But something disturbed him and naturally he woke, an instinct alerting him to danger. But as the beast stired slowly, waking as if he had been deep asleep. His tail fell from his face, revealing one large orange orb and instantly he became confused, for what was looking down at him was not at all equine looking. It had four eyes, not two, though it reaked purely of unicorn. When he breathed a second time, the beast picked up on something else, something not at all of the same race as the two. Rotting flesh. But why was it so strong now?
Voice deep it echoed through the entire cave system with ease. "Have you never been told, not to poke the beast that sleeps?" Though his words could have been mean, the Beast's tone was simple, calm and had zero edge to it. It was just a mere statement, no emotion ran through his vocals. But because his voice was so deep, others may have taken it as something rather frightening. Though to him, he was being kind.
At that he unwound himself, carefully with an exact presion, the beast rose to his cloven hooves. He struggled slightly, his huge mass was just a little too much to get up of the ground with, though his legs were solid and with a final push, he was stood upon all four hooves. Now towering over the one that had stood over him in rest. "What brings you to wake me? And what is that god awful smell?" He may have liked the seclusion, but now he was confused beyond all hopes. Without such sight he did not understand why this certain one was..different, but exactly the same all the while. He may not have been that much taller than the Other, but it was enough to make him come across as daunting, puting fear into others that he did not even realise he did. Beowulf was not the kind to attack, he was kind natured and rather polite for his size. Perhaps his looks where just a way of throwing of others not to attack him.
"I am Beowulf" He introduced himself with a grace and polite manor.

@[Quinn]
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He chuckled softly, such a strange thing to see on someone so large. It too echoed through the caves, deep just like his voice. Though at the same time, still held a tinkle to it. "I was simply resting. And i believe,it had been dead for at least two weeks now. That stench is utterly revolting" He pulled back from the one stood in front of him, enhancing his words with more meaning. Backing away from the smell as such. How anyone could wear such a thing so disgusting was beyond his knowing. Perhaps he should show them how to clean a hide..? Though he himself had only been shown how to do such a craft, never had he managed one himself. Maybe someone else could help them instead, possibly for the best.

"Perhaps you should go bathe. You don't want to be walking around and having that stench follow you everywhere. It may attract the wrong attention" His tone was flat, barely any difference to each word he spoke. He was genuinely being kind. He stretched himself out, feeling stiff already from laying upon the cold ground. Now a dish like hole in the sand from whence he'd lay.

So Quinn was the one stood in front of him, yet again, they made him laugh. Of course Beowulf suited him, it was his name after all. Just like Quinn seemed a fitting name for them. "I should hope not too, might bring some attention you dont want." he leaned in and acted as if someone else was about to hear them and the beast tried a whisper. "You might attract a bear" he smirked to himself. What a funny thing that would turn out to be. A Unicorn mated by a bear, what would come of it? He then wondered why he was particularly more hairy than others. Why was he so? what made his genes so different, the hair on his neck grew very much differently. Perhaps a mutation.

The Beast then became silent, standing quietly as he became lost inside his mind, looking around out of habit more than use in this situation. But the darkness seemed to have a different effect upon him. A confidence boost in a way.

@[Quinn]
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"You don't seem like the kind that have a problem with fighting bears." The Beast knew then that this one did not know him at all. For he would never fight, not even a bear. He knew how to keep his distance from such creatures, to live in harmony with predators. Though perhaps his size had a reason for that also. Bears are smarter than given credit and would not fight with something so much bigger than themselves, also they were too lazy to drag prey down. They either choose fish or the leavings on an others kill.
"I do not fight" he put it out there simply, possibly a bad idea too, what if there was something waiting in the darkness, they now knew he did not fight, an easy meal fit for a king. Something about this horse just helped him relax and he felt himself for the first time since arriving.

The beast almost fell over backwards when they went down into the sand. He had no idea what they were up to, or why this was happening so suddenly. The beast just stood there dumbfounded and feel rather awkward. what was one to do in a situation like this. he didn't even understand why Quinn was rolling in the sand. What even was going on here.
So when they began to talk, he felt even more awkward. But his ethics were telling him to reply, otherwise it was rude. "I do indeed come from a cold place. It's always covered in snow. Mostly covered by mountains and rocky pathways. It is rather a spectacular place in all honesty. So your possibly wondering why I left right? Talking about his home made him feel somewhat home sick, the caves felt too enclosed, the air was becoming thinner. He needed to get to the surface and feel the fresh air tangle with the thick mane upon his neck. To feel the snow beneath his cloven feet.
"I must go" he stated and turned to head back out. If they so choose to follow he would not mind at all.

@[Quinn]
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"I don't wonder why you left. We all have reasons, big or small." "Touche my friend, Touche" The beast walked on, easily finding an entrance, or exit for the matter. Quin was right, the air was growing ever thinner, perhaps his large lungs were draining the place of all its oxygen. It would not be safe to stay here much longer, with not even an air flow to refresh the toxins out. They had to move closer to the entrance of the cave systems, where a fresh wave of air would enter with ease. Though that meant running into others along the way. That he was not so keen on, even if he wanted to make friends, his large size never made that easy for himself.

The beast did not bother to look back, he new Quinn would follow, for they had aforementioned themselves. He just looked forward letting the dark guide him on wards. Quinn's voice broke through the silence; that had lasted no longer than a few seconds, but for once the Beast felt content with his company, Quinn was not put off by his size, which in return made him feel oddly comfortable around them, whether or not he knew them very well. Perhaps this was just the beginning of a new friendship. "Well you are not well equipped for such cold temperatures now are we?" The Beast chuckled softly; as well as he could, though his laugh boomed through the tunnel, bouncing of the sides and creating a near everlasting echo. "Indeed it must be. I on the other hand would not dwell at all under the heat of the sun in such a dry place. The snow is my home and also the reason for why my kind has gathered so much more hair than the norm." He spoke so formally, not at all childish, but then it matched his size in all retrospect, for him to have a childish way would simply be a laughing matter.
The beast traveled on wards, again in places the walls had caved in closer, his side's brushed up against the hard rock, but he was not at all bothered by this, so used to living in a rocky tundra, it wasn't anything new to him, nor where the grazes it would create. They would heal in their own time, luckily he was not in his full winter coat as he'd have the most annoying bald patches and that would just make the Beast grumpy. For he did not like imperfections, especially with his hair.
"Tell me Quinn. What are the deserts like? I have never seen such a place, for I have only seen snow. And I came here to learn of such other places. Please, enlighten me with your knowledge"

@[Quinn]
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To never have seen the sun for two years, it made the Beast feel something for this being. How horrible it must have been for her to have lived in darkness for such a long time. He did not like the cave system and frankly, it was getting on his nerves. He just wanted to see daylight again. "That must have been horrible for you. I could not think how that would be. To not see daylight for such a long time" The beast pondered upon that for a while. But still he could just not imagine how that would have been. He knew the sun, he knew the heat of it upon his face. Yes even the cold places, the sun did reach. Though it did not have the same power as other more warmer climates.

"...The worst part though, is her hunger for memories. She devours them like a wildfire." He did not particularly like the sound of that. why did the desert treat its beings so poorly, surely it wasn't a pleasant place to be? But the way Quinn spoke of it, they almost seemed proud of the place. It truly was their home and in sorts, made him miss his more and more. He wanted to feel the snow and ice. To feel that burn from the cold harsh winds. He missed it dearly and without much effort into it, his stride lengthened and the Beast picked up speed. He wanted out.

If even he never would choose to live in such a warm place, Quinn sold him on it. The way they made it sound, it made him want to visit the place. He too did enjoy the warmth of the sun upon ones face, the desert sound not too much different to his home land in all honesty. The sun glistened upon the snow, but that light was harsher than any you ever did know. For some, it caused blindness. "That is not silly at all. Dreams often tell us our past and sometimes ever the future path we are to travel. Believe in finding your prince and he doth come" For such a young Stallion, he was very insightful of the world, stories had been passed around for all generation, being told before birth, so the memories would stick forever.

He would have looked back to her if it weren't for such a cramped space and such large horns that adorned his face. When she asked him about his place of birth, he smiled contently, glad to speak humbly of his homelands. "We do not have four seasons where i doth come. The sun is only there for a few months of the year, it rises but never again falls until that season is over and then the lady of the moon shines brightly upon us, never once leaving us for the winter." he paused slightly, to gather his thoughts. "The light is very different in those two seasons. The sun turns everything into an orange hue. Like that of the colour of my horns, or the marks I bare. And the moon, she turns the world into a silvery blue. I guess like that of my coat" He chuckled softly, how funny it was he reminded himself of such a place. His colours matched almost perfectly. "The snow too glistens with the light, covering everything. Ice even coating the branches encasing them, protecting them from the harsh storms that blow over the lands. Whiteouts. As they are called. The wind so ferocious, so strong it picks up the loose flaky snow and covers the land with a cloud of it. It may not sound very pleasant but from afar, inside the very walls of a cave, it looks spectacular" He would talk of his home for hours if possible. He really did just love the snow, the mountains and everything else about it. "Parond me, for I feel like I'm talking far too much now. I do apologize greatly"

Light grew stronger up ahead and soon he found himself back in the light, into and opened out room, at that he took a deep breath feeling more free than before.

@[Quinn]

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Quinn was right, if you had never experienced something you could not miss it. Though he did indeed miss the snow. Miss waking up to his parents every morning, to have them there by his side in light and darkness. But the Beast knew he had to experience new things, to be able to miss it. He was slowly beginning to like this company more and more.
Love. What was love? He didn't know it to miss it, but nor did he know of it to even thing about wanting it. There was still so much for him to learn about.

"The lady of the moon? Who is she?" He smiled crookedly, looking back to Quinn as best he could. "She is the one that makes the moon rise at night, brings the stars into existence and helps keep a balance between the light and dark" So they wanted to see the snow? Well he would gladly with all his being, take her there. Her, a female, he had not even organised from the start, to late now to feel awkward, they had shared too much to be in that situation. Perhaps meeting others in the dark was best for him, for it clouded his mind, his judgement. "I would be deeply satisfied to show you the snowy tundra. It would be my pleasure" he gave a careful bow of his head.

When Quinn pulled up along his side he glanced over with a soft gaze, one that showed no harm, no fear, just a friend; a very large fluffy friend indeed. But that word it was gibberish to the beast. He gave a genuine smile as she spoke. He didn't need to apologize and that made him feel something, a feeling he could not explain. His ears went back at the last word she spoke. "F..fri..Friend" He struggled with the word, having never heard of it before. And in that he reached out towards Quinn, pausing just a fraction away, not wanting to come across to strongly. "Friend" The beast repeated, this time with more ease.
"Once the lands above are clear, I will take you to see the snow. If you will allow me to, that is" Once again his polite manors came through, even if Quinn had already asked to see the snow, he still needed her permission, to make sure she still wanted to see the place he'd always called home. Even if it was not his actual birthplace.


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He chuckled softly. Quinn was indefinitely not equipped for the snow. Her coat was thin, barely a thick coat. But then if she spend more time in the cold it surely would start to grow thicker. Though maybe not like his. If only he could share that with her. "I will gladly share my ways of living in the cold. But remember I do have a very vast amount of hair" He glanced towards her with a slight hint of playfullness to his tone and even the look upon his face. His smile crocked and even cheeky as such. Whatever it was about this mare, It made him feel calm, relaxed even. The beast was able to be himself.

He'd never gained a friend outside of the herd he grew up in. So to have found someone outside of that inner circle, really made the Beast feel some hope in having left the tight refines of family. Beowulf had only ever known family, the faces he grew up and around. Quinn was an alien to that, but one he would welcome with open arms into the herd. There was just something about the white faced mare that exhilarated trust, a warm heart and family.

Once the lands above were clear, he would take her to see the snow, that was a promise.

With a new found feeling running through the Beast, he found a certain behavior come out in himself. Something he hadn't felt for a few years. And standing so close to her, only made it come stronger. With a cheeky, playful smile, The Beast used his tail and attempted to pull her over, by wrapping it round her hocks. Or at least stir something up. Something just came over him he could not explain.

@[Quinn]
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