It was a pleasant autumn afternoon, the wind was blowing and the leaves danced along the grass. A pair of large white wings glistened against the light of the sun, but contrasted with the dark sleek body of the wandering stallion. His mane looked to have been drenched in blood, but it was actually a gift from the stars. His eyes show proof of his creation. Born from his true father, Naxos, and a loving wish upon them. He was born from the stars unlike his brother, Iris-Raven.
He was lucky not have to be a 'slave' to the harpies since he wasn't actually born into the flock or captured by them. He was heartbroken that his father couldn't leave, but he understood when he wouldn't want to.
"Time to find somewhere away from the on coming cold." He spoke to himself as he wandered towards what looked to be a clearing of sorts.