He has not wandered far from the quiet comfort of the Badlands in quite sometime. The dark sooty stallion had spiraled downward into a pit of loneliness brimming with despair. His recent encounter with Velahrn had only submerged him further into the all encompassing darkness that threatens to drag him under. He has chosen to adventure beyond the grasp of scratchy sand and barren Joshua trees for the sake of his failing sanity. He has been so immersed within his new role as second that he has not gained sense of the tightening tensions between various islands nor the whispers of war upon the winds. Despite being confined within the body of a grown man, the large stallion is still very much a boy still learning the ropes of adulthood. He ventures forth from the still frigid sea to find himself upon the common lands. A hefty shake of his mighty form alleviates the free running water from his pelt though the dampness of the salty water clings fast. While spring has sprung and the the world is slowly warming, winter has yet to fully release her chilly hold upon the realm. He scans the common land with only a small portion of interest - allowing his deep brown eyes to survey yet not truly discern anything worth a further venture forth. Except, maybe, for her. Her skin is similar to his, yet a few shades lighter in coloration. Her frame is slender and dainty in stark opposition to his own gargantuan bulk. She has remained upon the compact sand close to the shore despite having emerged at some point before the brute. He eyes her cautiously, almost as to ponder if approaching the girl would be worth another potentially acidic tongue lashing. He sighs deeply as he resigns himself to the possibility and then chooses a path that is vastly unlike him. May as well try something different as how he presents himself has been beaten down time and again. For such a large stallion, he moves now with a quiet swiftness quite unexpected. He extends his neck, blunted teeth reaching almost apologetically to place the gentlest of nips upon the woman's shoulder to lay claim. Instantly he moves a few paces away - enough room replaced between the pair to hopefully avoid retribution. Sheepishly he searches for her gaze. Already the pangs of shame flicker across his heart at his actions, yet he is unsure if there is truly remorse there. "Apologies for the less than ideal situation there. The commons are coming alive with stallions seeking those that wander alone. Ironically, I suppose, that does include myself..." He trails off in embarrassment, but quickly scrambles to recover. "I am Jack Dillinger, second in the Badlands. What is your name, and are you new to the islands?" Mentally he chastises himself for his idiotic ramblings. Physically he offers the girl a worried smiles in hopes that she will not detest him for his actions. |