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 bright white wooden structures stood out upon the neverending skyline of the emerald plains, those yurts a welcomed sight if atleast to provide some reassurance that the pair were headed in the right direction. Their approach was greeted with it's fair share of fanfare, the very arrival of the Draft horse was clearly a sight the entire village wished to behold. A gaggle of children were the first to greet them, running out of the village under the watchful eyes of their parents as Alexander gingerly tugged at the reigns, urging Frost to slow. He was well aware of the children's shouting, the kids pointing almost enthusiastically at the stallion, as if his fatness explained the manner in which he towered over their far shorter, stocky Mongolian horses. A warm chuckle left Alexander's lips, even as he bid the steed beneath him to hush whilst he offered children an equally as playful response. Their very entrance into the village coaxed a near gathering crowd, Alexander more then willing to exchange those tiny packs of candy and cigarettes for far more hearty food and, more importantly, information. That press of Frost's thoughts against his own was one he was content to merely ignore, the Macedonian well aware that it would earn a reaction from the steed, one he hardly wished at the present moment. After all, this was too valuable for Frost's wounded pride to wreck.

Alexander was quick to strike up a conversation with several of the adults, even as the children continued to mill about closely. The excitement within the air was near palpable, prompting two of the older boys to dare to inquire of they could touch the 'giant horse', as they had taken to calling the steed (intermixed, of course, with 'fat horse'). That brief response was all the pair needed before they edged closer then the rest had dared, their hands brushing against the steed's shoulder and legs. The Dark Hunter's hands gripped the reins, the gesture alone so conveying his expectations to Frost without words. Nevertheless, he listened all the same as Frost spoke of his own boundaries, the toss of the stallion's head caused his gaze to shift briefly towards an elderly Mongolian man who looked upon them near attentively. "He won't." Alexander reassured the stallion, providing a small simper in the fellow's direction before his attention returned towards the woman he had been speaking to.

It was only after those gifts had been exchanged and Alexander had garnered an acceptable amount of information that Macedonian finally led Frost out of the village, that nudge of his feet all that was required to coax the stallion back towards the trot that Frost seemed to so feverishly desire. "The children were amazed by your size, that's what they kept shouting." Alexander informed the steed now that the town was behind them. He pulled a few of those local delicacies from the bags, content to explore what was given as Frost insisted that at least one of the bags held mares milk within it, it's scent clearly poignant to the steed. A soft sound reverberated upon the King's lips in consideration before Frost inquired about any candy he had left for the stallion. Admittedly, Alexander had anticipated this, to a degree. Frost's sweet tooth was well known throughout his cafe, the horse inclined to eat through every sugar jar Alexander had if given the chance. He knew how Frost might rebel if Alexander exchanged candy for food and information and Frost was given nothing in return. "There is something for you...whenever we next stop." The Monarch responded, at least providing some sort of...incentive.

Alexander hardly allowed Frost room to argue, however, the Macedonian instead quick to inform Frost the far more important information he'd learned from the small tribe - namely that they were hardly the first to come through the village. At the very least, they were on the right track. It was only a few hours later that the pair reached their checkpoint, Frost and himself looked over by the health care team before both were given the okay to continue, and, by the same token, Frost given a singular promised sugar cube. The very moment they were released from the health team, Alexander was eager to press on. The fresh hoofprints in the far reaching fields only seemed to further spur Frost on, though the Hunter was willing to allow it for now, at least to make up on lost time. Those hours passed relatively uneventful, the plains continuing to stretch on and on as morning pressed onto afternoon. Even Alexander had become accustomed to the still silence that surrounded them, Frost's hooves upon the ground the only noise to accompany the wind that swept across the plains. It was almost...comforting, in a way, near reminiscent of an age long past. That tranquility, however, was broken only by the eerie cry that seemed to echo across the plains.

Near immediately, Frost's footfalls seemed to slow, his ears swiveling upon his head while the blue-green of the warlord's gaze scanned their immediate surroundings. There was, as far as Alexander could see, not a living soul nearby. His head tilted to the side as he listened to the echoing sound, only to comment that he was fairly certain it was coming from their right. He was...fairly certain they were unlikely to loose any great amount of time taking a look, at least. His heel pressed towards Frost's side, the steed silently giving into his request as the pair quickly closed the distance between themselves and the high banked river. The noise had become louder the closer they got, only confirming what the King had already deduced. It was undoubtably an animal of some sorts though where and what it was still remained to be seen. Alexander leaned forward in the saddle, quite at he same time as Frost himself cautiously peered down over the bank. It took him a moment to spot it - the brown and black ball of fur near freezing at the very sight of them. It's mudcaked state near causing him to blend in with the banks itself before it seemed to realize that this was the only chance of rescue it was likely to get. He was quick to scramble towards them, with floppy gangly limbs. Frost's declaration that it was a puppy held a hint of utter apathy, the equine clearly unpurtubed by the mastiff's plight.

Those high pitched cries were enough to cause Alexander to dismount, sliding smoothly off Frost's back as the steed insisted he merely leave the dog behind to find it's way home. Unlike his companion, Alexander was well aware that there was little home for it to find. He had seen no other dogs for miles, and likely wise the puppy was unlikely to find food or shelter here on it's own. If they rescued it, it would surely only die some other way. Alexander said little in way of response to his steed, the Dark Hunter instead already attempting his own path down the banks. His shoes slipped slightly in the muddy banks, the little puppy all the more eager to cry at him as if it feared he'd retreat and leave it behind. "I hear you, I hear you." Alexander insisted to the creature as he reached down for the mastiff puppy. He was little more then a wet, muddied matted mess of fur, the dog leaving mud upon his shirt and arms as he scooped the dog up. How delighted the puppy seemed to be rescued, the creature near attempting to climb up his chest in some effort to lick his neck and face in it's delight. "All right, all right, you're getting mud everywhere." The King protested with a soft chuckle as he climbed his way back out of the riverbank and onto the grasslands. "You almost look like my Peritas, you know that?" He inquired as he pat the puppy's muddied head, the dog's tongue lolling out of his mouth in a delighted manner. "Come on Frost, we'll take him with us to the next village and see if anyone is missing a dog." Alexander commented as he made his way back towards the stallion, altogether aware the horse was likely to rally against the very idea.