A powerful horse cantered towards the snowy land, knowing that it would not take long for him to get there. He had been away from his home for some time and now he knew that it was good that he was returning to it. There was only so much that Toendra could do without him, and he knew it. Not many there were in the great icy Tundra, but that was something he liked about it. You had to get the permission of four seperate rulers to be able to run here.
With one last powerful leap he was there on the snowy plain turning his head to see where Izozt had gotten to. They had not spoken, the whole time they were going there, and that was something he wondered about. She had been the one who was silent, and he wondered who he had brought here truly. Then again she did not know all that much about her own breed and he would have to teach her to control the powers which he knew were inside her.
It would be something of a challenge, for most taught themselves to control the ice within them. She though did not know much about her power, and that was something that she had come out and told him about. That meant that he would be the one to help her, though he knew that his sister was good as well at using her little gift. It was odd though, that there was a leader of the breed that was a stallion and one that was a mare, and yet they did not run in the same herd.
That was a custom though that they had decided upon when they found this land though. They did not have to be in the same herd, for some Eispferd were desendants of him and some of her. Some even would eventually carry both their lines, though it was rare for two Eispferd horses to breed with each other knowing that both leaders would be in the resultant foal. Such things though were Toendra's to worry about. He was more the one who was the warrior type.
He did not have that damned bloodlust thing though, else he'd lose his powers over the ice and become a hellion. It was not something he was even interested in doing ever. There were some lines that he just could not cross. When he was angry, he had to keep it calm and controlled. That was the only thing he could do.
"Are you coming, Izozt?" he called.
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