Alexander Macedonia

when I walk into the room there's nothing you can do
To stop me from making moves
I'm coming for you

The wind quickly whipped by the diving pair, his golden locks cutting into his vision as the ground rapidly approached them. He could hear his heart pounding into his ears as he frantically looked for something that might save them, his determination hardly faltering even in spite of their impending death. Already, Alexander began to reach for his affinity, that soft golden glow begun to surround his physique in a visible display of those very powers that made the Hunter more akin to a God than any immortal man. Oh, how he wished it possible to embrace his steed with that very power! Alexander was certain that Frost had not yet reached his full potential. All that time he had put into the horse...into the man...wasted because of Khan. How those very desires for revenge filled his very bloodstream and yet, the King was distracted from such murderous intentions only by the sudden growing presence of appendages protruding from his stallion's shoulders. Their immediate presence drew the oceanic hue of Alexander's gaze, the man forced to slide back slightly upon Frost as those bones continued to grow with increasing speed, feathers blossoming at their tips before those appendages unfolded into full-fledged wings.

The very sight prompted a rare though an entirely visible glimpse of astonishment upon Alexander's features as Frost extended those newly formed appendages, catching the air beneath his long, white feathers. The Dark Hunter's grip upon his stallion tightened ever just slightly as he leaned forward, attempting to reduce the drag his own body surely caused. That flying, if it could even be called that, hardly lasted long, however, before that valley wall rushed closer and closer towards them - the very tip of those wings slamming into the edge. He could feel the stallion tense beneath him, the brief collision with the valley wall quickly sending the pair tumbling downwards in a near sickening spiral. How quickly Alexander came to realize those wings were entirely out of Frost's control. It was a miracle the pair landed neatly onto the ground, only for those wings to begin flapping frantically next to the Dark Hunter. A scowl crossed his features and yet, quite before he could even comment upon them, Frost's ivory figure began to move in a manner that Alexander knew oh so well. His hold upon the bridle loosened, the Hunter relaxing entirely with his steed's frantic movements, focusing upon his balance with each of those jarring bucks.

Innately, Alexander understood that animalistic fear that gripped his steed, the Macedonian Monarch so contemplating treating Frost the same as he might any horse at that given moment...then again, none of his horses had ever spouted wings, either. The very fluttering of those wings only seemed to further the terror that gripped his horse's heart as Frost planted his front hooves, his back legs tossed upwards at such a violent angle that Alexander was left cursing as he abruptly threw himself back and against the spine of the large draft. Oh, how precarious that moment was! Frost, with his size and weight, so easily capable of losing his balance and tumbling over upon himself, that possibility of being crushed entirely real as Alexander waited with bated breath for gravity to once again take control over the stallion's hind legs. Those hooves no sooner hit the ground before Frost was lunging forward again, those flapping wings at either side so clearly startling the steed all over again. It was that more human side, however, that Alexander sought to appeal to and yet, to do so, he first would have to calm the raging fear of the equine.

Immediately, Alexander's hand dug into Frost's mane, the Macedonian throwing himself forward and against the steed's neck as his hand pressed firmly over Frost's working eye - cutting off the stallion's vision entirely. He tried to shift his body off of those wings as much as he could, the position leaving him hardly with much of a seat should Frost attempt to buck again. Thankfully, his steed reacted much as Alexander had hoped for, the horse freezing beneath him with braced legs. How quickly those commands left the King's lips, Alexander transitioning with ease between those languages despite how very different they were. Slowly, he could feel that tension leaving Frost's figure, that loud exhale at least offered some measure of hope that he had gotten through to the stallion. The blue-green of his irises watched astutely as Frost's ears turned upon his head and yet, it wasn't until the foreign lit of Frost's voice entered his thoughts that Alexander truly allowed himself to relax. A soft breath of relief left his own lips as Frost informed of that which he had already begun to expand. His wing had been damaged.

It was the soft rustling of those feathers against the ground at Frost's slight movement that only prompted the steed to tense all over again, that shift prompting a soft murmur from the Macedonian in response. "Shh, shh...it's will fine, Rixon. I'm here." That promise was hardly given much thought, admittedly, those words muttered in the same way he might offer them to any horse - certainly not to his own men. Nevertheless, it was Frost's assurance that he was caught that caused the Hunter to shake his head. He shifted ever so slightly upon the steed's back, his hand slowly releasing from the horse's main as he grappled for the reins caught beneath him, the Hunter entirely steadfast in keeping his hand upon Frost's face. "You are not caught in anything, Frost. You grew wings..." He paused, letting those words seep in before he continued with a musing tone. "...like Pegasus. Your right one got injured in the jump. I need to look at it but I need you to stay still." Alexander's attention turned back towards his search, the Hunter getting a hold upon those reins just enough to tug them gently to the left. "Slowly." He murmured as he encouraged Frost to move his head. His palm rotated lightly against the stallion's face, carefully keeping that eye covered until he was certain Frost would be given a view of that new appendage. "Ready, Frost?" Alexander inquired, the Hunter waiting for some indication from the steed before, slowly, he released his hold upon the stallion's face.

The Dark Hunter shifted back into the saddle, the King almost preparing for another bout of frenzied panic. He waited several moments longer, just to ensure his stallion would stay before the Hunter tossed his leg over, sliding off the saddle with ease even in spite of that small drop to the ground. A small frown crossed his features as he stepped back from the horse, his keen eyes attentive upon his steed. "How's the saddle feel with these?" He inquired inquisitively, the Hunter certain it was hardly fitting as well as it should have. He had felt it shift midair, though he had been able to do nothing about it at the time. Nevertheless, the Macedonian made his way around his steed and towards that injured wing. "I'm going to touch it, Frost." He commented, providing the horse with some warning over that very side he knew Frost was so protective of. His hands tenderly reached out to take that newfound appendage, the Hunter entirely silent as he inspected the damage done.