The desert was vast, landscapes here and there, the trees crowding the shadows; water slipping its way into the middle, his home was perfect. Err, well. Their home was. The inky bay girl named Rozalene was the queen, quite good one at that, she had a certain air about her that gave him the reason to give her the spot of queen, far dominant, but not as dominant as he was, but it’d do. Tall wasn’t exactly what he was; but he was larger than more of the males around the neighborhoods here. Standing at a remarkable sixteen three hands; his body was a well build masculine Friesian, his head slender bulky, his eyes a deep crimson orange color, the edges held a green, blending into the orange and red that met in the middle, not a demon-red but a soft; metallic red-orange that resembled the strength inside of his spirit. His eyes were the fire and he was the night. Nothing could stop him as he moved. His life had been hectic up until now, everything that he had gone through had made himself well aware of the fact that yes, and he had to do something to change it. He had been the heir in the last land, his father’s grand place. Yet, his father; had no plans of dying any time soon, and so he had to deal with the fact

He left the desert, his head held high as the sun bore down on his darkened carcass; the baron moving with ease as he entered a cooler land, much more ‘serene’ and garden like than that of his own home but his home was perfect. The sight of the lush green and yellows that scattered around the eve. Daunting the day was a simple statement; to make the worse was an understatement. He wanted to do the best thing possible, and he had to do it now. His eyes scanned the eve; scanning over the groups that had begun to form around the necessary area, and he’d ignore them. He preferred to be the first one there; to make a statement before he had to cause a ruckus. He spotted her then; the flaxen chestnut who stood oh so preciously still. She did look his elder, but he didn’t mind; she’d fit in at home with Rozzy. He knew the bay wouldn’t mind another living in their lands; for he knew she loved attention and company just as much as he did. The stark male moved with ease, his chipped hooves digging into the terrain as he moved steadily towards the girl; oh she was a doll. She looked so lonely.

He had to make her feel better. A sly smirk caressed his handsome features as he approached her; his head was held diligently high, his eyes caressing over her body as he examined her. Oh; she’d do just fine. You see; he may act like he called the women his possessions; but really that was only words; he treated them like angels, not harming a single one; not even a tiny bit; he found violence towards the fairer sex to be disgraceful and unnecessary. He dipped his head in greeting as he slowly approached; his eyes looking towards hers; hoping to catch her gaze.
“My dear lady; I am Navigator; king of the north desert. I would be honored to know of your name…”
His words leaked from his mouth, spilling like chocolate syurp as he looked on at her, hoping she’d speak to him.