Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

It was quite a pleasing day, neither to hot nor too cool in those early hours of the morning just after the sun had risen to cast its glow upon the trees above and so drape that forest floor below in a mosaic of dappled light as it filtered through. Despite the glorious-ness of the morning however, Dorian felt little more then the tiredness pressing upon him- the Fae having become entirely used to sleeping through his daylight hours. Surely the sun had never been this bright in the morning? It mattered little in the end he supposed, the forest was peaceful, quiet and indeed the ancient man found some ready sense of pleasure in it's embrace. For all that had changed in the world at large- forests had not. The smell was still very much the same, the trees and plants, though differing from those in his native Italy were of much the same ilk and within this embrace he found a comfort of sorts that was all too-pleasant in its ready familiarity. It had not taken long to so reach that place beside the river he had agreed to meet with Raven to so take up this hunt she had assured she would assist him with- especially not upon the back of his newest acquisition. It took only the slightest of touches to bring the dark horse to a halt- the animal decidedly well-trained even though Dorian was assured it had surely not been educated in the manner of a hunt- it was of biddable enough nature to be readily taught. Sebastian having so taken the time to reacquaint him with the more modern equestrian fashion. Saddles and bridles had changed little in design in several centuries and yet the materials from which they were made and indeed the style as a whole was vastly new. Dorian having managed this morning to ready his own horse alone for the first time. After all, he had little intention of running after the wolf himself.

He swung with practiced ease from the back of the ebony animal, flicking the reins over its head to hold within his left hand as he seated himself upon the nearest boulder to wait for the woman. Assured he would make some effort not to insult the creature today as he had perhaps so unintentionally done the last time. She was not a hunting hound and yet truly he struggled at times to so make this difference assured within his mind. The Monarch so forced to remind himself to speak to her as a being and not an animal. One hand reaches easily upward towards his own steed, allowing his fingers to so caress that black forelock- Nikoli's head lowering in evident appreciation of that gesture as the Fae King's hand so strokes that fine black head, lips parted to mutter those Italian lyrics. The man assured, in time, he could educate his mount entirely in his native Italian. His features shift momentarily into a frown, silver eyes suddenly inquisitive at the strangest of sensations that so seem to afflict his form- the feeling so entirely odd he is momentarily caught off guard as it spreads through his hand, down his arm and so across his body. The man noticing for perhaps the first time how...bright the horse appeared today. The animal almost appeared to glow. It was, surely, no more then that dappled light upon the animals coat and indeed the wellness of the animal itself- the thought merely striking him with a suddenness almost absurd as he dismisses it. What an odd thing to so suddenly seem to consider how alive the animal appeared. Dorian so oblivious to his newest of affinities that had so begun to ensnare his form. Ah, how tiredness pressed upon him in these early hours! He would surely awaken all the more once they begun.

His head simply shakes softly, continuing to stroke the animals nose as he reclined upon the boulder to await Raven. As to what animals were native to this southern area the man hardly knew. Rabbits he was assured would be easy to find, a deer positively grand and yet he doubted something so sporting as a fox would exist- the man sure to be forced to settle for one of the former two and yet he hardly found he minded. He possessed no true desire to eat and as such held little inclination to so consume anything they hunted today, the King already of the opinion that he would allow Raven to keep the best cuts of anything they so caught to take back to her husband- after all, it would be a most sinful thing to waste an animal merely for his own sport. This way he might so enjoy such an activity will assuring such meat was well appreciated. Dorian curious too as to just what sort of wolf he might find himself presented with today. She had hardly been a large woman and as such he held little belief she would be a rather small canine in turn.