A soft autumn breeze brushed eerily over the land of rolling hills and thick forest undergrowth, the biting chill whispering of the impending arrival of winter. The nights were growing colder and colder as the days progressed, the rattling boughs of the deciduous trees nearly bare as their brilliant leaves of crimson, gold, and bronze scattered themselves across the dense woodlands. The once emerald blades lush and wild and green were a dry and sharp beige, tasteless and bland on the tongue and yet still it was all that much more critical. Soon, earth would shift and the white mistress would cast her spell across the varied lands of Beyond and draw her into a "wonderland" of ice and snow and freezing cold. Even now, it could be felt in the air that the world was seemingly slowing itself. Many of the birds had flown south to warmer realms where they would make their winter homes until spring found its way back to this side of the world. Even the ever present and agitating chatter of the squirrels seems to have gone with from the symphonies of autumn as they busied themselves fiercely with gathering the last of the nuts and berries that they could find in preparation for the sparse and hungry days to come.

There was no moon on this particularly cold autumn night, only the faint like of the countless glittering stars in the black-black abyss above to offer what little light they could to the world cast into the twilight hours. The shadows stirred, but not in their usual way. All is still and silent, not even the owl dared to let its voice be heard across the frighteningly still air that seemed to enshroud the dale in a heavy slumber. They seemed to stir without the movements of the trees, hungry and aroused by the dark presence that haunted the forest within the dale, the forbidden kingdom once so fiercely guarded by the one they called Rhaego. His name was a name that was ushered across the commonlands with a caution that had only further piqued the interest of the white winged demon that was so eagerly embraced by the eerie shadows of the night. Despite his stark skin, he was able to move without a sound, his steps careful and precise. Within his callus hazel eyes, a gleam... It was a lethal gleam, one that bespoke of hunger and loathing for the world around him, but that was of the norm. What was new, what made those wicked hazel eyes of his even more bone-chilling was the hunger in them, the malicious glitter that was not unlike the frost beneath the light of the stars. A warped and wolfish etches itself across his colorless labrums as he looks beyond the trees, searching and hungry for what, who it was that he sought.

Alaskan Amber had proved to be of more use to the snow king that he had anticipated. Not only had she expressed an eagerness to earn the pride and "affections" that he had promised her, but she had proved to be useful in divulging information that he desired from her. She'd told him that the pangare warlord had disappears from his borders, and that meant that his little harem was vulnerable. Sure, the pale golden girl had warned the white winged beast of the north that there was another stallion in the midst. Bastille. This did little to cause him to falter in his sinful ambitions, though. While he was not a creature of heavy bulk and height, he had more than enough confidence in his capabilities to prove lethal not only to one being, but several. After all, he love the promise of a good challenge. Leaving a trail of glittering frost in his wake as he stalked the shadows of the dale, he waited and he watched with the same vicious tenacity and animosity the wolf was famed for. It was only a matter of time before he found her...

Maverick
Stallion
10 years
Camarillo White Horse .x. Thoroughbred
Pure and true white, hazel eyes
ee/aa/W4kit/Dd/oo
White feathered wings
Ice Elemental/Flight
Homeless
No Love


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