i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

Despite the near regular occurrence of the stallion's unruly bucking, Alexander still could not help the fostering hope that perhaps one day, the ivory steed might somehow still that rebellious heart just long enough to be a semi-decent steed. It was a frivolous wish - for now. The heart of a steed was easy to break but the mind of a man was usually won only with love - a task which had proven particularly difficult with this particular individual. It had certainly made the Dark Hunter question whether or not Frost was truly worth the effort that he expended upon him. A steed, after all, was loyal to a fault and never questioning - it was a task which seemed nearly impossible for Frost to even begin to achieve. And yet. Here they were - in Siberia racing across the flat plains of snow, kicking up particles of ivory in their wake.

The Dark Hunter leaned into the ivory nape of the steed, turning his head into the creature's body if only to help cease the wind whipping at his cheeks and through his hair. He trusted Frost enough to not run into some tree or something equally as moronic. At the very least the horse-man had some sense of self preservation. It was perhaps the only benefit to this rather warped arrangement. For minutes he remained like this, tucked against Frost's side, with a small frown upon his lips as the cold ate through his layer of clothing and the wind tore at his hunched over form. At least, that was until they reached the edge of a treeline and the creature's pace begun to slow. It was only then that Alexander shifted, his blue-green gaze turned towards the compass to ensure they'd remained on course during his steed's moment of exhilaration.

He took care to turn his gaze back towards the GPS unit and the map he was provided with every so often, ensuring that as they made their way through the line of trees and across plains, they remained exactly where they should be. The last thing that Alexander wanted was to get lost in this icicle tundra and be stuck to fight against the cold for survival. It certainly didn't sound appealing in any fashion. Still, in the silence and stillness of the isolated world that surrounded them, Alexander could hardly help the fashion that his thoughts seemed to wander, despite his connection to the creature beneath him. In a way, it was nearly a mistake to inquire after Alexander's rather blatant distaste for Siberia if only because it unleashed a slew of his own never forgotten memories. The stories, however, were nearly a welcomed distraction for the pair, it would seem. It was at least something to talk of when there was nothing surrounding him - bleak and barren nothingness.

His own thoughts had nearly been taken over by the same silence if it wasn't for another abrupt question that filled his brain. His head shook ever so slightly at Frost's question. "No, I was in Cambodia helping with that Vietnam mess." He responded, with a small shrug, "He was a were though, he'd been bitten by deer sent to him from the Irish president. I wouldn't have been surprised if it had been a hit ordered by the council. I never asked after it though, I never cared." It was perhaps the sad truth - something that had so caused the world such questioning and Alexander had never truly cared. He paused for a moment, offering the creature his own inquiry, "Are you going to ask me about every event in that damned song you've been humming for the last hour?" After all, in a way, Frost was right. Alexander had made a point to be involved in every notable event within history since his death. Those moments were the only thing that made his life worth his continual existence.

Thankfully, Alexander hardly had to dwell on such a dejecting thought for long - the tree line ahead of them suddenly began to thin out to that stark, never ending white. His blue-green gaze traveled over the rolling hill of the valley and the town that set nestled below and yet, Alexander hardly responded to Frost's comment on the town's name, instead merely coaxing the steed onward and downwards. It took a fair amount of care to not go tumbling down the hill, the snow here was far thicker than it was in the forest, coming up further now upon Frost's feet before the ground began to flatten out - only to be met with their next obstacle. He felt Frost pause beneath him, his own eyes followed the horse's down the length of the river and back up again, equally as noting the lack of bridge in sight and yet, Alexander had no true desire to spend his evening on the cold planes on the bank they stood on - with no shelter in sight.

Despite the words that filled his head, Alexander scarcely acknowledge the options he was presented with, instead his gaze was focused entirely upon judging the depth of the water they were faced with and the current of the river that tugged at the surface. Crossing it was hardly as impossible as Frost seemed to think it be - if only he knew exactly how determined the man could be when the desire filled him. His own eyebrow raised ever so slightly as he met the eye of the steed before the man leaned back ever so slightly. "We'd lose too much time going around it. It'd be foolish." Alexander stated simply, his lips pressed together for a moment. "You can control temperatures. Fording it should hardly take long. Or, we could jump it but I doubt you're strong enough to clear it." A soft sigh echoed thereafter, the man quite disappointed in his stallion's lack of ability - or perhaps even lack of ingenuity in this. After all, it was a simple river, if this should best Frost, there was little hope on relying on the horse to hold his own when they found themselves within the grasp of the vampire coven. "If you find yourself incapable of doing either, then we'll continue around. I don't want to spend any longer then necessary dilly dallying here. Not when it looks like the weather will worsen." Oh yes, Alexander hated Siberia that much.