
The stallion trotted westward along the northern edge of the great desert, the rocky land dropping off steeply into a deep canyon to his right. His heavy armor rustled and shifted with each step he took. For somebody on the run, he rarely moved in silence. Perhaps he had become complacent during his time in the Kawani lands. He had escaped detection from the Emperor's scouts for long enough, they may have given up their search. Or perhaps he just didn't care anymore. This fugitive life was lonely and frustrating...was it really worth the running, the hypervigilance, always looking over his shoulder? He could trust nobody and made no friends. He had lost everything and had no prospects...was this really a life worth living?
He sighed and pushed the ideas from his mind. He did enjoy travelling among the Kawani lands. The landscapes here were much different than the faraway place he had come from. He had travelled quite extensively, moving from place to place, doing foul deeds for high prices. He was always careful to keep his anonymity and keep to himself. Sure there were some that seemed nice enough, but once you let your guard down, you were an easy target and after all he had done to escape, Zian did not intend to mark himself so easily.
So it was that he continued on alone. Gazing down into the canyon to his right, he came to a stop and turned, the desert wind at his back blowing his multi-colored mane all about the frame of his face and whistling in his ears.