The group moved, and so did Torstein. He did not fully know why, and he couldn't justify his pull towards this scattered herd of misfits. Maybe misfits was too cruel a word; but in reality, they all had little in common. While this... Day court, was that it's official name? No one ever bothered to tell him too much. Regardless - the majority of them seemed to be a little bit rougher around the edges, but some of the supposed-inhabitants appeared to be a little softer. Not necessarily a bad thing, depending on what their skills were, but...
Adrift in thought, the tall stallion meandered behind the group lazily as they traversed from the Court to the Canyon. A sight he was slightly familiar with, his red eyes scanned the surrounding walls. Nothing had changed, nor did anything seem particularly out of the ordinary. Regardless, he expected nothing other than that filthy piece of shit who threw him here to pop out of the Canyon walls, just as he did not so long ago.. eyes narrowed, and ombre ears flattened dangerously against the crown of his head and crest of his neck. A hot breath was expelled from his nostrils, and he pulled his attention away from the walls back towards the rag-tag group. Maybe he was getting too comfortable here.
The problem was, he had no choice. He knew how to make do with what the circumstances gave him, so he did what he did best: adapt.
Pulling up alongside the group, he glanced sideways at the gathering of six or so equines. Quietly, he observes the interactions with a passive (albeit judgmental) gaze. The mare he had met first spoke of the painted stallion's wings - and immediately afterwards, the gold and black mare flapped hers like a petulant little child vying for attention.
Following the petty gesture she made, his gaze immediately went to her - INKHEART, the one with a gold rose upon her leg and a sun in front of her heart. His eyes narrowed, and rolled so heavily in their sockets they might as well have rolled back into his head. "What are you, a child?" He rumbled, all three eyes fixated steadily upon her. The gaze was steely, and he easily thwarted her in size. Tail flicking agitatedly at his hocks like an annoyed cat, his gaze slowly adverted back towards the main portion of the group. The ones who didn't appear to be acting like jealous children, at least. But he still peered at her out of the corner of his vision, lips tight. While her spoken words were wise, her body spoke volumes of her true impudence.
Torstein knew nothing of this 'Elder Teryr,' but by the name alone, he was not particularly confident that it was the sweetest of creatures. The rough colored and rough-edged mare, AVDOTYA, appeared to be pleased by the mention of it. He took that as a not-so-great sign. The golden mare - BEXLEY - was just as quiet as before, and so was the giant who rivaled Torstein's own stature, LEVIATHAN. SERAPHINA was the only one who gave any information regarding the beast... and her description did nothing to boost his confidence. It flies?
Oh joy.
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