One could not honestly say that Aveshar's existence was a dull one. He had his pretty trinkets, his doves that he collected for their beauty, to play with on a whim. There was the whole of the land to explore. Kalonas to fight or talk with... Prey animals to stalk and hunt and play with until he grew bored enough to kill them...
More then enough challenges lurking in the forest to keep him on point, though he wouldn't let himself grow complacent in any case. Challenges...
A black coated mare with markings now obscured by the great pelt of a cat she wore.. A cat she could become, and stalk through the forest on paws instead of hooves... Kanti... More then half mad and certainly trouble... Hunting her own foals.. Hunting his foals.
"Skinwalker..." He mused to himself, wondering about them. It wasn't as though Kanti could tell him much.. Not that she would if she could.. She didn't remember who he was, and certainly did not rely on him for strength or protection any more... Those days were gone. Now she was just a mad cat hunting for blood. But perhaps he could find something about them.. About the man Kanti had mentioned... The man who was responsible for her transformation...
"An interesting mystery race..."
Hooves carried him through the forest at a steady pace, wings flaring and then folding to his back. His spaded tail flicked this way and that, tapping at plants and such to move them out of his path. No destination in mind, just wandering for a bit...
