i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

A soft huff left his nose at that idle comment to how far the great Macedonian King had fallen, if this could be considered that. In truth, there was very little Alexander was unwilling to do for the art of war. From using mud as camouflage to rolling around in dirt to mask his scent, as long as they won, that was all that mattered. His blue-green eyes provided the muddied steed with a rather pointed stare and yet, he said nothing at that clear tone of amusement within the stallion's thoughts. Alexander closed the distance between the pair, lifting himself back onto the creature's back. Frost's insistence upon utilizing his own shower, however, prompted little more than a shrug from the Dark Hunter, the man willing to provide the steed with that good soap if they succeeded in murdering Xerxes tonight. Losing, after all, hardly meant their own death. If the Persian escaped from that death that had been chasing him for so very long, there would be far more to be concerned of then just which soap Alex allowed his companion to use. That inquiry caused the corner of his lips to tilt downwards ever so slightly. "What kind of soap do YOU use?" He inquired, altogether dubious now of Frost's cleanliness routine.

Any further consideration of that soap and warmth of that shower, however, all but disappeared at that rumble of thunder overhead. His blue-green eyes turned upwards, that frown deepening as Alexander considered the effect that booming sound might have upon the creature beneath him. He was well aware of that uneasy shift of those hooves, those Greek words were altogether soft and gentle as the Dark Hunter made an attempt to reassure Frost in the fashion he'd learned the man responded to best. His heels lightly prodded at the steed's sides, encouraging the man forward and into that forested path. Although Alexander was unbothered by that press of those trees upon them, he too remembered well Frost's discomfort at those smaller, more enclosed spaces. His own fingers gingerly reached forward, stroking the equine's neck in an absent minded fashion. His gaze, however, remained forward, scanning that path before them. Although he knew well of the distance that still existed between themselves and their prey, Alexander remained altogether acutely attentive to their surroundings, prepared for that scout Frost had mentioned lest the man give them away before that battle even begun.

That diligent examination of that forested environment, however, was abruptly interrupted by those sudden words pressed upon him. Though he had never before cared to consider the stallion's true name, he was hardly oblivious to the significance of that name he was provided with, even if it was under the guise of ensuring the correct words were etched onto his tombstone. He should have pointed out to the equine that death was unliking in their given situation. After all, Alexander had not lived this long nor hailed as the world's greatest military mind without reason. Rather than remind the streed of such simple facts, however, the Macedonian King saw fit to give into that rather peculiar and unexpected bonding moment. After all, what was a rider without his steed? If this distracted Frost from the lightning that flashed overhead, the echoing booms of the thunder, and the ever increasing thickness of those streets, then the Dark Hunter was too willing to offer him a namesake in return. Although his own true name was hardly much different from that one the world remembered, much less any sort of secretive affair, it was the that name he had been provided at his birth.

He had thought little, truly, to that pronunciation of that word, foreign though it was. The hunter, after all, had crossed the expanse of that globe time and time again, he had visited near every country at least once and though that particular language was not one he was well versed within, his ability to mimic those sounds bordered upon perfection. That comment of his ability to pronounce such a name prompted a small shrug from the man, that compliment of sorts hardly necessary when he had done little to receive it. Although Alexander enjoyed basking in his victories, it was battles well won that brought out that hubris within the man. "Thank you.". He responded simply enough and yet, he hardly made an effort to further that bonding between the pair. Rather, his attention turned back towards that hunt, the stallion almost abruptly pausing only to inform him of those deer that lingered nearby. His request was simple, every minute detail of that plan already considered as he allowed the stallion the ability to maneuver in those moments after as he saw fit. It was but that right side that Alexander offered any sort of instruction upon, keeping them both free from any offending trees as Frost positioned them exactly where Alexander had wanted, the snapping of those twigs underfoot certainly provided enough noise to corral those deer together.

That soft utterance of that noise prompted only a small nod from the Hunter, his own thoughts pressed back upon the steed to ensure his voice did not startle those deer before he was ready. "I know, to álogo mou (my horse), I know. We are lucky to have it though. I fear I am only about to make it louder for you. Just a little longer." It was, it seemed, in those moments when he near required the stallion that those softer sides were drawn from the man. He was well aware of what he was requesting of his mount, and of those weaknesses that plagued the man. That flash of lightning provided him but a momentary glimpse of those deer not far ahead, that forest opening just a bit further still. That assurance that those deer would make an effort to turn back to that forest was hardly unexpected, and yet, they too were easy to understand. All he had to do was make them feel as if that forest was far less safe than those open plains. Truly, he hardly even needed them to go far, just enough to cause those men to settle and write off that noise of hooves as little more than another lone deer. "Do not worry of the deer, Frost. Just keep your pace so we are at the end of them." He commented, those instructions decidedly clear in that moment as the man straightened upon the horse's back.

His own affinity reached out then, his eyes closing in that moment as he focused upon that earth that surrounded them. Manipulating war included far more than just changing the hearts of men and turning a vagabond group into a solidified army. Oh no, he too held some control over that very battle field. "Steady now..." That word was softly uttered as he felt for those trees around them, that ability catching upon one behind them, the trunk suddenly cracking with a loud noise to send that once majestic evergreen crashing down to the earth. They would be that corralling force to urge those deer onward, the destruction of that forest surely all that was necessary to prompt those deer to seek refuge elsewhere. His heels abruptly dug into Frost's sides as that first tree proceeded to fall, the hunter entirely keen to use that thunder and the bright flashes above to explain away even that resounding noise he was making in that moment. Those deer before him already began to lunge forward and away and yet, with the cracking of earth and felling of trunks, Alexander was rather certain of his ability to keep that little herd exactly in the direction he wanted them.