The devouring itch and desire to devour meat that the demented fruit had given him was gone now, with no warning and no aftermath. The flies had also left, in the blink of an eye, but the yearling had been weak for days after their departure. The sciamachy between him and defeating the flies had left him emotionally and physically ragged, but it had strengthened him in the long run. Suffering brought perseverance, and the son of hellion was not afraid of defeating suffering, or dealing it out. What did not kill him merely made him greater, gave him more glory, more reason to boast in his talents and abilities. Abraham, brother of Reginald, son of Archibald the Dauntless and Circe, was not to be thwarted any longer.

This showed in the amulets that bumped against his neck as he trotted through the snow. The deep purple of the jewels were held together and tied intricately into his mane and around his neck. Not only was he on a mission to discover all he could about this power that killed many and left gods in reverent fear, he was also on a mission to take what he deserved: power. The Moon Goddess had tasked him with charge over these amulets in return of his request. He would do so well, for Abraham learned to execute excellence in all manners--benevolent or malevolent--from those who taught him. He had even learned this by watching Gwyneverre. The serpent never left a meal to rot, no, she was careful in her hunting and not wasteful. She did well to use all that she needed and left nothing to chance. Even in battling, Gwyn was efficient. She had blasted the tribrid with her white flames well, never endangering her bondmate. Abraham noticed everything, even in his own time of battle, and took it to his memory.

He noticed everything, and he knew he was not the only one. Ophelia, the hybrid just as he (with mismatched eyes to top it off), was too intelligent not to notice the important aspects of this inspection, this mission, and Abraham knew he could find answers in her.

[He's travelling to the Frozen Arch, but is currently still in the bridge of land that leads to the threshold/fields/falls/etc.]

Gwyneverre noticed the approaching pair before Abraham did, and as she sent mental images of the flashing silver and blood-stained white, Abraham grinned darkly. It was as if the world was pulling his requests to be, bringing the pale mare to his unspoken beck and call. Slowing his body to a walk for a few lengths before stopping, the dark prince waited for the mare to approach him. The draconian bitch lowered from her flight to circle around Tinek, her eyes bright and her voice singing out in gentle song towards the royal. It was only when the darkling youngster saw his companion around other dragons did he realize how small she was. Tinek outweighed her heavily, Abraham could see, but he knew well not to underestimate his bonded. He had not noticed the blatant size difference so heavily before, for in their previous meeting the son of the Dauntless and Shadowmere had been but a colt, and his dragon just over the age of hatchling. Now, however, Abraham nearly matched the height of the pale mare as he was coming into his second year. His long legs screamed the breeding of his mother, but his raw power and rippling muscle gave way to the dominating genetics of his father and his father before him.

"Ophelia," The boy breathed her name, his amulets bumping against his neck as he nodded his head in regard to her. "I am here seeking your knowledge." There was no use in beating around bushes and hiding his desires behind flashy words and phrases of power, as Reginald was so keen to do. Abraham was equal with his brother in many ways, but he did not hide behind a facade of eloquence. His power was apparent, and his desires would be told bluntly to those he sought from, much like he had done with the Moon Goddess just before this meeting with Ophelia. "I want to know what you know about the Helovian murderer."

Abraham wondered if the leggy mare would ask about the string of amulets that he displayed. In his meetings with others it was an aspect of normalcy to see Helovians with one or two of the powerful orbs, but he had an armory tied into his thick mane by moonlight and stars. Even his father only had one amulet, an earth amulet that glowed the deepest of greens, and Loretta was queen over it. The bitch moved it when the Dauntless moved, Abraham knew, and she protected it well. It had yet to be shattered, to unleash its power. Abraham's were, too, unbroken, twinkling with the darkness inside that the Goddess would gift him at the end of his trials.

[Phi has full permission to read Abraham's mind, btw. <3 @[Ophelia] ]

The boy was silent as he listened to Ophelia go on, urged by his thirst. His mismatched eyes watched hers, intent on solidifying these details in his memory. He would need to share them with his team; share them with his wombmate, Reginald, the dark boy, Ode, and the feral filly, Jorogumo. The darkling prince was still not sure how far he could trust the two strangers, but if Reginald was willing to bring them alongside in this journey, than Abraham would trust his brother. They shared the same blood, and they desired the same power in life. They were two sides of the same coin, forever tied together by something stronger than the measly friendship the gray had developed with the two others.

Midas, Ampere, Gaucho. Black hairs, sand, pieces of black feathers, white fluff feathers.

"Thank you." Gratitude was something foreign on Abraham's tongue and in his heart, but he felt it now. Ophelia was helping him once again, as she had done in the caves against the pitiful stranger, whom she thought was sinister enough to do harm to a colt. There was something about her that Abraham admired, though he thought she was too kind. Someone with her power, her passion, of her esteem mustn't be so soft in this world. Perhaps there was more to the crimson and white queen Abraham did not understand, but he doubted it. "Something as dangerous as this cannot be roaming Helovia, that is true." Unless it is Reginald and I. Abraham nodded, eyes glancing up at the twisting dragons some. He watched Tinek explode with shock and ice, and was intrigued. He would need to ask the mare how Tinke got to have twin elemental abilities.

He turned his attention back to the Forsaken when she questioned his amulets. They were a comfortable weight burden on his neck now, pulling his thick mane down. He smirked some, turning his head for Ophelia to see them better. "I got them from the Moon Goddess. I requested magic from her, and she gave me these. I believe I have to utilize them, for there is already magic inside, but I need it in me." the boy with dual horns turned his eyes to the older mare again. "Would you be willing to help me?"

Gwyn watched with wide, bright eyes as Tinek danced around her. She slowly glided around, mouth continually sounding with small trills and hums. She was so infatuated with the larger, older silver, and anything the male did totally captured her full attention. Her wings snapped open fully and she let out a song of praise when the silver released his shock and winter magic, and she nearly swooned when he called upon her to mimic. Carefully, the white dragon's belly and breast lightened with the mixing hues of red, orange, and yellow as fire raged within her depths. From parted, dangerous jaws pooling white-colored flames. She blast a spiral of pyre into the sky, the desaturated fire shooting high before finally fizzing out. The white female looked back to the silver, waiting for his tone of approval, as she slowly flapped her wings to circle him.




@[Ophelia]

Excitement flashed through Abraham's eyes as Ophelia agreed to help him. A boyish smile broke his face--so stoney like his father's--and he jumped to the right and to the left, the amulets tapping against his thick neck. "Excellent!" His voice was higher and lighter, and he trotted to the side of Ophelia, unable to contain the excitement in himself and stand still. "I have to use them...and I'm not exactly sure how amulets are used, but I do know one thing." He stoppped when he was on the opposite side of the mare from where he started, tipping his nose to the sky with pride. "When I was gifted with my dragon she was an egg, but she was inside. When she hatched, it was like nothing else I had ever experienced. I think amulets are like eggs, and they need to hatch for me to get my magic." Abraham nodded, more to himself, as his eyes had cast away from the mare. As he spoke, his brows knit together, but his statement was strong, and he was confident in his idea. Quickly, however, after the words had poured from his lips, he snapped his mismatched eyes back to the Forsaken.

Gwyneverre was completely consumed with her infatuation with Tinek, performing every task he asked of her with quick determination to please. Her fire spewed from her trap-like jaws to melt his ice sheets, but her wings had folded against her sides and she stood, ready and alert, on the snowy ground, waiting for the royal's next decree. However, she was mentally pulled back towards the conversing hybrids. Blinking, the blurred bliss that had glazed over her hellfire eyes vanished and the sharp intenseity returned. A scream of surprise rang from her throat and she jumped up, hands grasping wildly for Abraham's mane. He could not break her amulets! They were gorgeous, the way they sparkled in the light and hung so perfectly from his ebon locks. They were her pride and joy! They were beautiful! Small whines and tones of concern stumbled over each other, mumbled from the depths of her heart. Please! She pleaded, looking then to the pale queen for assistance, and then over her shoulder to her handsome silver.

Abraham was shocked by his white's outburst, and he jumped to the side. He turned his face to look at her with his blue eye, though both were wide with shock. "Gwyn! We have to." Abraham commanded, but to no avail. The white draconian queen hissed and snarled, grasping his mane and spreading her wings to cover the amulets that were strung so wonderfully.



@[Tamme] - Tagging since this is for his quest!