i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

There was a certain bond that existed between a horse and it's rider, one that was even more resolute and steadfast between a hunter and their were. It was a comradeship that exceeded beyond simple beast and trainer. In that relationship there was a room for understanding, for protection, for growth, for care - for emotions. A hunter committed themselves entirely to that connection beyond that simple promise of life. The horse, in turn, fulfilled much the same obligation. It was silly, perhaps, to so consider how Frost might feel at the knowledge that Alexander had taken another under his wing and yet, this was a taboo the Macedonian King would not commit - not to the steed whose icy exterior he had ever so delicately chipped away at. They had been through hell and back together and though the pair hardly held the kinship Alexander desired, it was enough of a link that he was not willing to so risk the destruction of.

Still, he had made a promise to Calliel to so tutor her and, likewise, he was entirely certain she would benefit from that very connection so meticulously crafted in trust between hunter and were. It was for that reason alone that he so gifted onto her his perhaps most precious of things - Anastasia herself. Alexander was well aware of the woman's stoic appearance, one that mirrored his own and yet, she was youthful enough that he was entirely certain she too could benefit from having someone in her life to so personify all the benevolent traits humanity had to offer - attributes he was certain that Calliel embodied. In this, he had little doubts, even if the ebony mare herself hardly seemed as willing in the present moment to so take that next step. The ancient King remained entirely still as he watched the young mare, her head shaking side to side in clear discontent of this idea of the bridle he'd held out to her and yet, Alexander regarded her with little more than eternal patience. He let her have that moment to so disagree with what he asked of her, just as he too allowed her that moment to so regain some level of courage or faith within him. Alexander could hardly deny that small twitch of a simper that crossed his lips as she returned to his side, placing her nose exactly where he had requested of her and with a deft but, none the less, gentle touch, the man made quick work of those straps to ensure they were firm, did not rub against her, and yet, were not too tight to be uncomfortable.

In those tender moments where his fingers brushed against the flesh of her nose, the man was all too aware of the thoughts that ran rampant through her head. Those thoughts of aggravation were far too pronounced for him to simply ignore. He shook his head ever so slightly, his voice soft as his hand gingerly patted the girl's nose. "I told you she was going to use this to lead you, you're a smart girl, Calliel, you cannot tell me you did not make the connection of my intent." Alexander commented gruffly before releasing the young woman from his grasp, pushing the mare gingerly away from him in an unspoken command to continue on their first lap around the ring. He wanted to see the pair together. He wanted to see his suspicions confirmed. Hell, he wanted to see that potential he saw within them both blossom to life into what he was assured could be. "Put her through her paces, Ana. Gently though, do not forget she is unlike the other horses you've ridden before...." His voice trailed off, the man muttering more to himself then the pair of women as he continued in a far softer tone, "....weres are something else entirely..."