Hoofbeats thrum softly against the springy sand propelling the golden stallion effortlessly across the earth. Nobody else is around but the ghosts of the boy's past that seem to follow him everywhere he goes. A godly figure by blood yet warrior by heart the rabicano is surely a sight for sore eyes with his spanish bloodlines and his flashy markings, yet no one has ever claimed him as their own. Head tucked lightly to his chest as he gallops along he focuses on stretching out his muscular build, so long standing in wait for others has really taken its toll. He can remember the days when he would wait for nobody, things took place at his own pace and in his own time. Things were different back then when he cared for nobody but himself, well in a way this had never changed. This new world was boring and pretty lax but he could feel something churning beneath the surface just waiting to rear its ugly head. Perhaps it would be another of their godly creatures come back from the dead to take their revenge on those who came too close. Either that or it would be something nobody had ever seen before, doesn't matter how you look at it it was still something big.

Inhaling the salty air it is only now that the golden stag notices the staggered footprints upon the sandy shores. Curiosity peaks when they seem to dawn from the water themselves, surely no one could have been able to brave the stormy seas. Furrowing his brow he lowers his head to try and figure out who might have been here only to pick up the sweet feminine scent hovering in the air around him. Breathing the scent in he lifts his head to find the retreating figure a little ways off in the distance. Surely anyone able to brave the seas would have to be half freezing to death by now, maybe, just maybe he should try and lend a hand. Tossing his long mane around him his stride lengthens effortlessly as he casually approaches the stranger without hesitation.

Slowing his pace as he nears his shoulders are set and neck arched ever so regally he nickers gently so not to cause mass panic. "This really isn't the time of year to be taking a swim my dear. He comments gently blue eyes skimming appreciatively over her soaked frame. "How about we go get you dried off before you freeze."

Remembering the warmth of the throat and its surrounding lands his first idea is to head there but then he remembers the caves. Those would be much warmer and much more habitable than the Throat being the desert wasteland it was. "Come follow me." He added motioning a little ways in the distance.

“We who are immortal, we are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.”