There had been nothing in the forest besides the two creatures who had stopped to be curious. His mahogany pelt felt ruined by the cold, its chill wind casting a sad glow against the fluff of his winter coat, but nevertheless he remained handsome and proud in looks. Yet that was not quite how he felt. Lotherarius was a mixture of emotions, mostly trying to figure out where he was and what the hell he was doing. His travelling had given him too much time to speak with himself both in his mind and verbally but now was the time that he had to return to reality.

With all of the days he had wandered after fleeing from the pair in the forest, his daggers had brought him across to the edge of the world. The salt on his velveteens were refreshing. His pools had never laid sight upon the waves before but he had heard from nomads who had passed on their knowledge to his tribe before parting ways. The warlord was currently humbled by the peacefulness of this place, the sand giving his hardened daggers some peace and sponginess to aid his aching. It was nice just to be able to stop. But the season was not entirely forgiving to the terriaria, and he wondered why he had travelled so far west. But whilst he stood there he could see a figure in the distance that caught his eye. It was a figure he was unsure about, one that did not appear to be familiar and the uncertainty in his mind preyed on his instincts. But the courageous side to Lotherarius prevailed and he decided that it was time to try and assert himself in this unfamiliar place. With a slow pace, his darkened pillars took his bodice over to the creature who stood there against the waves, silent and oblivious to his presence.

What stood before him was a fae, light charcoal in appearance with hinting of feathers on her sturdy pillars and curls in her tassles. Her eyes were a saturated azure, whilst she bore intriguing scales along the points of her bodice with an essence of 'wetness' about her. The brute considered her striking and interesting. With a small cough he tried to alert the smaller fae to his presence before speaking in a soft melting tone,
"Good day," his pools considered to scour her whilst also checking back every now and again, feeling almost unsafe to be here alone in an unfamiliar world, "It is nice to have someone here..."