04-24-2011, 01:25 AM
The male road atop the horse proudly to some extent but this mission needed to be done first. The women he sought out was someone who had remained in his mind for a while. While he had traveled her soft touch and voice remained with him even as his memories began to come back. Charlemagne seemed to notice the change in his rider, the more solemn mood and how quiet he had gotten as they approached this packs territory. Irritable as he always was, he didn’t like the change, his rider and owner needed to be firm and strong in order to perform the tasks he asked of him, but he knew enough about the man just from interacting with him that he had a deep heart as well as the talents of a skilled warrior. So he continued his slow walk, deciding to save his objections for a later date.
The behemoth arrived in truly stunning fashion, he already stood close to 8 foot on his own, but mounted atop such a massive horse meant he could easily be over 10 feet in the air. Arriving at the borders of Crimson Dreams was something he hadn’t done before, but his howl signaled the one person he knew of here, Amata. And that would be the person he would seek to see.
The behemoth arrived in truly stunning fashion, he already stood close to 8 foot on his own, but mounted atop such a massive horse meant he could easily be over 10 feet in the air. Arriving at the borders of Crimson Dreams was something he hadn’t done before, but his howl signaled the one person he knew of here, Amata. And that would be the person he would seek to see.