Sol Bestiam
The arrival of the smaller ebony creature was shocking, making him start as he stepped to look at him. Lifting his head regally, Sol looked down at the being. Goodness he was tiny! The stranger had to be around 14 to 15 hands... roughly two feet smaller than the Egyptian marked stallion that was 21 hands and stocky from his draft blood."I thought you were the monster! You aren't, are you?" Sol flicked an ear at the squeak, focusing on the smaller dark pegasus. "Monster? I mean, I am large and I have a bad grumpy streak, but I have never been called a monster..." The draft mix stallion stated blandly, flicking his two toned tail and staring at him. "And what monster are you looking for anyway? The murderer that I have been hearing of?" He asked, confusion wrapping his features. He had arrived after whatever had happened in the court and was still trying to figure out what was going on.
"Anyway isn't it a little reckless, walking around a forest like that?" Sol paused and tilted his head as he tried to make sense of what he was meaning. Following the motion of the newcomer's ebony wing, he frowned at the glowing remnant of where he had walked. "Trust me, not my favorite feature. However, my hooves have never actually sparked a full fire. Just a few tiny flames that quickly snuff out and just leave the mark behind." He explained, shooting a glance at his hooves and shaking his head. "I grew up in a forested area like this, but never did start a fire." There was a small pang at the thought of the home that he would never see again. What had happened in his past was something that he filed away and hated to bring up. He was in this land and in this court. It was time for him to find a place that he belonged here.
"Speaking."
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