Winter has leached away more than ever hopeful warmth the sunshine offers during other seasons. Her icy fingers curled taught around a family once immune to downfall only to slowly unwind and unfurl to render the helpless bodies crushed into spineless twisted figures within her unforgiving fist. Once Joachim was destined to rule a realm overflowing with good fortune and an abundance of women. The swift cruelty of change removed all prospects of royalty in one deft swoop effective enough to dash every childhood dream that once danced within his icy blue gaze. An unforgiving father and a traitorous mother reduced the boy to nothing more than an afterthought. Though he held no guilt during the fallout, Joachim was dealt the heaviest of blows. Winter has returned once more - a foreboding reminder of the previous - and at last he has reached the shores he seeks.

He rises from the chilled waters with the might of a leviathan bursting forth from the depths. His thirst for retribution fuels him forward with uncanny strength. Once all four hooves are firmly upon the packed sand at land's edge, he shakes himself with enough ferocity to cause even these icy droplets to fling from his spotted pelt. Drawing himself to his full height, he surveys the continuance of sand past the shore in mild amusement. A desert; much like my current love life, he chortles to himself in silence. His pink tipped nostrils quiver in excitement as he absorbs the various scents plaguing this new domain. A man...the faint smell of women. He is intelligent enough to know he has stumbled into someone's home, yet slightly confused that it is not bursting at the seems with signs of life.

The lack of harem of giggling mares with lusty eyes and an appetite for pleasure is rather off putting, yet the opportunities this land may yet offer ignite a voracious hunger within him. I do not need the empire stolen from me - I could build my own. The idea is daring for him, for he has spent many days languishing in the devastating loss of his birthright. Excitement ripples through his muscled body like an electric current. He moves swiftly from the shore and head inland with a jaunty trot. While he is eager to fully ignite his vengeful plans, his first priority is to establish a place within which he can feel some measure of safety. This land, filled with an overwhelming amount of sanded dunes, will be enough to ward away the less hardy intruders. Soon enough he finds himself at a small watering hole with sparse shrub-like trees. Here he chooses to pause and glance around once more as he is truly astounded by the emptiness and even loneliness that is present like an eerie ghost hovering around him. The sheer silence is disquieting enough to finally elicit a short call from parched lips still laden with a gentle crusting of sea salt. He drops his head after, briefly, to steal a stealthy sip from the drinkable water at his hooves. Now he waits, head raised once more, as his ever observant eyes continue to dart about in search of whomever is hiding within these desolate borders.