Little defective colt sees two figures enter through the dim of the cave and the din of the voices. Within his skull they chant endlessly, telling him of the melting waters, informing him of his impending doom, she he choose to remain in the cave. But he is high functioning with Manhattan upon his back, and the voices slither into the pools that collect on the cave floor. He looks down into them, seeking his own reflection, and sees instead the broken image of blood on the forest floor. He recalls his baptism and the taste once more floods into his senses- the dull claws of the scared pup keep him sane, but all at the same moment she claws desperately for a hold and whimpers in the face of the grotesqueness before her. "Easy, Manhattan," comes the comforting murmur from his lips as he locks his gaze rather boldly with the pegasus'.

Before him rests the hideous beast, standing at an awkward and unseemly tilt upon knobby knees, his disfigured face part hidden in shadow. The monster growls out a territorial set of speech, and the colt feels no fear. He walks closer, undeterred by the massive wings, and then, with Manhattan shivering upon his back, bumps the stallion's side as he walks past.

Walks past right into the path of one of the most glorious creatures he has seen by comparison. Before him stands the king of the edge, a unicorn like his brothers Casimir and Evers, but sporting a more regal and commanding air. With fascination he watches as the ice-like figure parts the air and relieves the tension. He seems to emanate the cool stillness of the moon, and instantly the colt is attracted to it. Upon his back, Manhattan burrows nervously into his mane and takes residence in the curve of his shoulders. She knows curiosity kills- she remembers how she ende dup trapped beneath the branch in the wood, and recalls that she was lucky to be saved. With each step her master takes, she noses him once more, constantly reminding him of the danger present.

But he fails to heed her- after all, he's never known danger. He is reckless enough to cast a glare back towards the hideous prince before at last settling with admiration upon the white stallion. "What an interesting pair," the colt muses with a deepening rumble, admiring the spots on Mauja's hide even as he speaks of the two as a unit. Raven black feathers catch the corner of his eye, and he fixes his focus on the intricacies of the unicorn's appearance. It's certainly a lovelier sight than Enki.