a common way to go ― vito

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TIOGA
―the bandit king

Although he didn't really care for the structural binds that came with the term, his journey to the northern territories were in fact for diplomatic purposes. While the stallion had intended on making his rounds once there was more structure to the Drulan herd, he supposed since a beast had yet to properly settle and declair the forest to be their home, he would have nothing to worry about. The forest itself was completely capable of keeping the unwelcome out on its own, for only those who know the land well enough would be able to navigate it. The wood was smart; it knew how to keep strangers at bay. Plus, with Tioga's scent all around, only the most dim-witted would dare lay siege.

Cikuq was certainly not Drulan; up here, it seemed that any plant that wished for new life was quickly put to rest by the bitter chill. Had the foliage been able to speak with him, he assumed they would be moaning. It disturbed the Bandit King somewhat, but he kept in mind that there must have been something living up here. The scent was prominent, even overwhelming, but Tioga had to press further. He had come to the conclusion that a major factor of his father's downfall had been his lack of alliance with those in the surrounding area. Sure, Cikuq was quite far from Drulan itself, but that did not mean such potential could be wasted. After all, an alliance was an alliance. Well aware of the sort of brutes who dwelled upon this earth, Tioga decided it would be wise to expand his friendships.

It was rather odd doing the business of a King compared to that of a bandit, but he had to admit, it was rather refreshing.

The King let his vocals ring across the tundra, hoping it would catch the attention of the one who lived here. Not being accustomed to the chilly weather, he found himself pacing to keep warm. He rather disliked being able to see his breath at this time of year, and felt a sudden tug at his heartstrings that seemed to be attempting to bring him back home. "Easy lad," he whispered, hoping it would be good enough to hold him over until this stallion was found. "Shouldn't be too much longer, what with your big mouth." Tioga chuckled softly, giving one swift look to the sky. Overcast. Oh, how he missed that gorgeous blue.

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[time02]

Alto Vito .
stallion . 20.1 hands . black tobiano . ruler of cikuq

Walking through the snow, he was happy to call this place home. It was one of his first few days here, and nobody had entered the land asking for anything. His stride was obviously confident, carrying his towering body easily across the tundra. Nowadays, the snow was normal to him. His marbled coat had grown shaggier, keeping him warm with all the time he spent in the North. He was a coldblood.

He was made for this.

Vito flicked his harks forward, back, and to the front again when he heard the call of another horse. Looking for someone who lived here. Easing into a steady lope, his gait was what they called 'rocking chair.' Slowing down next to the stallion, he made no fancy stop. He made it work. Standing within three feet of the stallion, he towered over the stallion, shrinking his size. The duo-toned stag cleared his throat, deep with an slight English accent he tried to hide. "What do you want, stallion. Couldn't you tell? This is my land you place your hooves on." His voice harsh, he pinned his ears flat back.

Unless he had a good reason, this stallion would fight, sure.

ooc ; ew, sorry.

[skibbereenfarms]

TIOGA
―the bandit king

His frozen ears picked up on the other's approach rather quickly, and the tobiano turned to face the cohort he had been seeking. Tioga was somewhat surprised by the beast's massive size, but he had no intention on quarreling with the brute. Had he been a foolish boy, Tioga likely would've taken the stallion's tone negatively. Surely the other had meant no disrespect to the King of Drulan; he was merely looking out for his home, and Tioga likely would have done the same had this been his forest.

The stallion bowed his head as he did with every other beast he just so happened to encounter. Every other time was out of pure respect for his fellow horse. This time, the bow was practically necessary. After standing back upright, he stated his business. "Aye, and for that I wish to congratulate you on your claim. Not many are capable of maintaining structure within a herd." Tioga nodded his head slowly, thoughts momentarily wandering to memories of his own father's rule. Quickly snapping himself out of it, the stallion continued. "I come from Drulan, you see. I seek no rivalries, only coalition. I understand how difficult it may be for a King to administer trust, but I am hoping we can set those fickle ideals aside and offer safety for any who tread upon our lands." Well well well, he was starting to sound like an honest and proper diplomat.

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[time02]

Alto Vito .
stallion . 20.1 hands . black tobiano . ruler of cikuq

I relaxed my posture, backing away. I bowed my head, and brought it back up to speak to him. "Thank you. And congratulations to yourself, also." My deep voice held my heavy accent, and I smiled, nodding my head softly. He brought up allies, and that snapped me back into reality as I practiced what to say in my head. When the silence got too lengthy, I let the smallest smile ease itself onto my muzzle. "Ah, yes. Allies. Something I need, more of, you could say." I dropped my smile for a more serious look, and walked through the tundra, snow trying to stick to my feathering.

"You see, sir, there is something I look for in my alliances that you seem to have: confidence, preparation, and aside from all that, seriousness to a friendship." I looked back at him to assure myself he was following. Of course he would. Making a straight shot to the caves, I pondered how to make this alliance. "With an ally of me comes protection for your mares, whether it is that they tread on the other stallions land or wish not to be stolen from one of us. Help in battle, if available."

He could catch my drift.

Is this something to appeal to you, sir? Come up beside me, will you?"

I blinked, and continued to walk. "Oh, and all me. I am Vito." I made my pace a little choppier when I slowed my walk down.

Not many could keep up with my stride, and as of now this stallion was yet to prove that he could to me. But I felt he carried himself with confidence and pride, and he seemed to be a good alliance.

ooc ; ew, sorry.