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  1. He let out a long chuckling purr at what she asked, glancing back at her atop his back. “Very well Jizara. I shall do my best to explain how we are… And why you… Well, you remind me of.” She let out a breath of air and looked on ahead as he fly's. “Your wits. You are cunning, scheming and nimble with thoughts. I see how you navigate around problems and seek ways to sit atop the order. Ponies view such traits poorly I am told. We do not not see them as such. To our kind they are esteemed traits to have and I see such in you. That sharp cunning to out move your target and place yourself where you need to be. You have come far, have you not? And you will go further. But I see more as well. More than a cat's cunning you have a cat's confidence. You do not meek away. Not even to me when we first crossed paths. You looked at me as if I was every inch your size. You spoke to me as if you were every part my equal. You walked with grace, spoke with assurity and power. Some ponies may do one, but falter on the others. Even ones that dislike me and speak such still back away, look down or at others. They show fear when they speak with none. You never did. Not once did you ever act for a moment as if you were not every part my equal in every way.” He looked down at the passing land. A deep and old forest that seemed to go on until the very end. But in that sea of trees sometimes she can spot small clearings. Sometimes she can see smoke rising from them and shapes that may be buildings. Niil spoke more. “It pulled me in. That personality had a feeling to it. Some call it ego. I call it a birthright. It is a fire that will not be snuffed out. Even when it is just an ember it is ready to roar back into life with kindle. And I offered that fuel. And the ember took it. You took it. No hesitating. Even now that small flame is growing into a fire. And it is beautiful, warm and gives the warmth of a den I lost so long ago. Your body is a pony, but that soul sings of so much more. And the longer I hear the song the more confident I am in what I do. Even now. I do not feel so alone when I walk… or well, fly, alongside you. For once I feel as if I am speaking with my own and not something less.” He moved his head to look back at her with one eye, pulling his cat-muzzle into a smile. “Jizara fits you more than whatever it was. When I look a you… I see more than some prey. You are a fellow hunter at heart. The world is a gift for us and we are made to rule. Do you feel it? You were born to rule, such as I. I know not your bloodline but you must feel that truth. We are not made to bow.”
  2. “I think the clean brake is an amusing idea, and you are not the first to say it to me. Yet I found no such thing to be true. No matter the ‘unbridgeable gulf’ as you put it… The past follows you. I am better than I was the first year. But still some days I wake up and feel completely out of place. Maybe it's because I was not ready for it. Did not ask for it. Maybe if one wants too cut rope it feels different. Maybe not. No matter how far you fly, the land and sea is still here and the stars out of reach.” He found his reply longer than he was thinking it may, yet… It felt proper. He was speaking too himself in a way. No matter how far he may go. His past will still be there. He can’t change it. But he was making peace with it and in a way this was part of that. He was moving on and shedding more what was. Speaking of moving on… He chuckled out a deep purr at her remarks. “I am glad you love the name. It is pretty, is it not? Much for fitting a name. Even if I do enjoy spoiling.” He chuckled more, his mood glowing with her own. It was hard to linger in darker places when she was around. And such things only reinforced his wish to court her. Even if she was a pony, she gave him a feeling he was missing. One that drove him onwards to courtship in his own way. He may not be a pony and she may not be a sphinx. Yet… He felt relaxed as if she was. And maybe one day she can be. “If. Such a word for this. Yet I wonder if it can be done. Can one be raised to the body of a sphinx? What will it do? Will you gain wings? Magic? Not that it matters, even without wings you’d make for a fine sphinx.” He purred at that, enjoying the idea of her being more his size. As much as he did see her as a fellow sphinx… She was a pony. And that made some things a hint difficult. He flicked his ears, chuckling as he looked ahead. They had a ways to go yet and some hours of flying. Still he had ways to pass the time. “Jizara, would you like to talk about something? My home, are ways. My dreams for this land? We have much sun left in the sky before I reach the old fort and camp. And I know you enjoy hearing me talk about such things… And if you do become a sphinx I can stand too teach you some more sphinx ways.”
  3. “Jizara it is.” He says pulling a more earnest smile to his lips, even if what she asked clearly tugged on him. “I am very far from home. And Not just distance… I willingly keep the distance in truth. I do not wish to cross that sea again and see a land… I do not recognize. I must be honest. I still don’t fully know how long it's been, it’s been that long from my time. I can only piece together details by a few names and places. But even then narrowing it down has been hard. But I think the stone spell was cast on me… Over three thousand years ago. Give or take a hundred or so years. Even too my kind, that is a staggering amount of time.” He flicked his ears down, looking away from her at his path ahead. “Everything I know is gone. Even if some places kept a name, it's not the same. It's not easy to think about and it felt… It was only a few years ago too me. I still remember it all vividly. The places. The faces.” His voice trailed off, resting on the wind and the beating of his big wings. He didn't know what more to say. He did not want to destroy the happy moment of her joy with his burden. So he was left in a limbo of thought as his mind struggled with memories he didn't want to deal with at the moment. “I’m glad to call you Jizara, know that. I don’t want you to think it hurts me. You can use that name well, and use it with all my blessing. So keep it with pride RaSha-Jizara.” He took in a breath and looked back at her, a warm glint in his eyes of happiness and contentment. “The sands ever change, one must learn to walk the new dunes. As do I learn to walk new times. I have my pride. My den. And maybe… A mate someday. Such is the change the winds bring. One just has to embrace it.”
  4. He was rather surprised too be asked such. Naming her in his own language? That was no easy task too do, let alone when one was flying. But seeing her open up more and openly flirt back? That almost took his wings out of the sky. Such a smile, such remarks! It made his titanic ego swell even more with the pride she not only liked having him around, but was fully aware and wanting of his courting. It made that loneliness slip deeper away into nothingness and the purring throb of Laudi-Prrum vibrated his body. “Oh, my RaSha.” He purred. Spoiled can easily change in the word. No longer Rasha, but RaSha. A small shift in the pronunciation with much meaning for his kind. “You bring my heart laudi, do you feel it? It is song with my prrum. And one day I hope to hear yours as well.” He says looking back at her, his feline smile flashing teeth longer than her own legs. Yet not one hint of danger can be seen behind his crescent eyes. He looked at her as one looks on the thing they hold most loved and close. It was affected, simply and honestly. “Nilrasha…” He murred the word, playing with in his muzzle a moment. “Deeply cute but maybe too on the nose. Halaflora? No.” His eyes moved away from her, looking on ahead as he flys. His mind fully took too the task of naming her. He muttered more names, softly and rumbling. After a moment his ears perked up and he swung his head around. “Jizara, if you will have it. It's… It was the name of a sister. I loved her deeply and wanted… Well. She was incredible. Smart. Cunning. Claws sharper the blade, yet paws so caring to the touch. You are every bit as smart as she was. And just as pretty. If any can carry her name into this worrisome age, you can.” He smiled, more somber this time as his mind danced with memories that seem not so distant, yet happened so impossibly long ago.
  5. His emerald eye stayed focused on her for a moment with that half turned head, then he made soft yarlling of a sound. “Why don’t you take another name?” He asked after a moment, looking ahead at his path with a glance. Then turning his head all the way back as best he can to look at the mare between his wings. “I wanted to ask some time ago. But felt it wrong to bring up such. Maybe you liked the name. But it seems you do not. So why keep it?” He asked, his tone full of honesty and open hearts. “I hope I can ask such a question. Names hold power, but names are not carved in stone. A name is our voice when we do not speak. It is our eyes when we do not see. Our ears when we hear not. It stands for us when spoken, this you must know. So why let your name be one easily scoffed? I do not think it is out of blood, you dislike your den-mother.” He flicked his ears, doing his best to focus on her as he fly's. Time to time as he spoke he glanced ahead and adjusted back on course. “But I am glad you feel safe my Rasha, I just hope such safety passes onto your mind as well. You can speak freely, you know this. Yet you bite it back. I can see it on the lips. But I will not push such. Just know you never old milk in my eyes. You are the sweetest and freshest I know. And look just as delicious.” He cuffed at the end, a sound she’s learned means 'happiness, enjoyment and fondness’ all rolled into one sound.
  6. A deep rumbling chuckle rolled out of niils muzzle when she made her remarks on the oddity of the land being ‘unoccupied’. “The planes have a few remote homes. Hoof-to-muzzle farms out there to live on their own. But they are how I found the land takes seed well, if one can deal with the winters. As for bandits there was a small camp of such. I believe it was a fallback camp, some place to hide out if they pulled too much heat as you are not wrong, hardly much worth stealing that way. No trade paths too speak of, or other movements of good worth the risk… But they have been dealt with. Other than that the land is mostly unoccupied, like much of the ‘empires’ lands not close to its capital…” He mureed in thought for a moment. “Yes, I do think the Crystal Empire will be willing to sell, or strike some deal, for the land just to have someone on the northern borders friendly to them and keeping the land managed.” He felt like he picked everything well. The land was worth claiming, even if it was harsh… But his paws were tied in many ways. Much of the land more suited to him was claimed a dozen times over. And he can’t take on the powers that be now… No petty kingdoms where one can take a bite out of them easily. Open land like this was rare, more rare for it to be so loosely claimed as to have a hope of removing it from something without steep costs. It was remote, but not so remote as to make trade not happen. Most of all as he can reach the Crystal Empire’s seat of power in about a day's hard flying if needed, so keeping in contact will be reasonable to help lay down the paths of trade. With luck the webwing mountains will hold some riches. If not, the planes of the north had other bounties. All in all… Not perfect. Far from it. But it was something. Something he can set his claws into. Hold. Shape. His land. His kingdom. A Pirdeking in the making. A Pirdeking with no queen or clutter… No, that was a lie. He had a clutter in his own way. His ponies. His little ponies. He can’t see them as tools. They were more than just a means to an end. They were his bedrock and the backs that will hold the kingdom and enforce his will. That is one thing he learned well from Blue. Times changed and he had to adapt. And adapt he will. Too cold in the north. To this land and its long summers of sun, long winters of darkness. Too his little ponies. And… New love. He need not be alone. It's why he was doing this. It’s why he keeps trying to impress her. Deep down he’s already adapted and changed. And so when she praised him again a deep purring vibrated his body under her hooves. “I will warn you, the fort needs much work. But it is safe and I cleaned out rooms with some help. But much of it is still untouched. But I hope you will see what I can in that valley and old fortress. You have eyes for such and your remarks and judgment will help me deeply… But let’s not forget what this trip is for. Getting you relaxed. Even if it's just for a day or two.” He leaned his head to the side so one eye can look back at her, its crescent shape aimed at the mare as soft smile pulled at his loose cat-lips. “I do wish to make the Spoiled of your name about being indulgently looked after, and not the unfitting other term for you.”
  7. “Indeed, if I do claim it in the end.” He remarked with a strong beat of his wings lifting them skywards. All of the hard flying was wearing him out, even if he did not show it. It’d take more to leave him winded but he did have plenty more airtime ahead of him. Normally he took a nap heading out to his spot. But with Spoiled he planned for it to be one trip without stops. If he wanted to keep that he’d have to pace himself again after that outburst of energy… Even if he felt no shame in it. And swelled with pride at her look. He knew he impressed her with his flying and strength. “It’s a valley leading into the webwing mountains, facing out into the northern plains of the crystal empire. On paper they own it, but far as I can tell that’s far as the ownership goes. Honestly calling them an Empire feels like a cruel joke. But given the soft-claim on the land I think it will be easy too bargain for it and part of the northern plains. There's a nice river to use as a border… But I’d want more land than that. Still it's a good fallback point for border talks.” He remarked, settling into an even and slow beat of his wings. “But the valley shields the worst of the north winds, the planes are very fertile in summer with the long days. But with the winters good stocks will be key… Luckily it has some nice caves to convert for such a duty. But the real charm is this old fort I found… Ugh, saying that hurts. From what I found it was built after I was put into my stone jail.” He huffed, the haunting fact of how long he was sealed away was still a sore spot. When you see some old half buried ruins it's rather stressful to learn you lived hundreds of years before it was built. It made him feel ancient. “Well I left out the best part. It has hot springs inside the fort. Maybe why it was even built there. Even in the heart of winter it can be positively warm inside its deeper halls… Moist. But warm. With some reapers I can see it being truly fit for holding my den mates and kittens.” He added with a wishful tone in his voice.
  8. Niilaavin’s ears flicked as his head pulled up and looked at the Castle, head leaning gently to the side as he took in the sounds most ponies would struggle to hear this far away. “Seems some event is starting.” He remarked, mostly to himself. It was where most seemed to be heading now after all. But his pride was not and so he was not. And maybe it was for the best with such a young kitten to look after. Large gatherings were never safe for them and often just too scary… Looking away he eyed up the ponies leaving for the vent, his eyes tracking the young pony named Ice for a moment longer. So she was something important it seemed. He’d take note too remember her and give her a proper greeting next time. Well it was time to move and begin the hunt for treats as he tested the sacks hooked up onto his sides. His servants made his blessing. Well carrying goods was far below him he was willing to do so for Blue and pride. And there was no way Pax was going to get so many sweets as to fill both bags up. Hopefully. But nothing his magic can’t fix later to make it -look- like pax filled up two sphinx sized bags of sweets. “Thinking of ice, the cold of this land is still strang. And too think I plan to claim land even more north of here. We may lack an Ice Queen, but making some deals with ponies talented with the cold is not too far-fetched a plan after all even now.” He added in remake to Blue before looking down at the doorway of the House. As the door opened he had to almost lay down on his belly to look inside as stayed behind the ponies, trying his best to look friendly. Mostly. A giant star cat with six suns for eyes was hardly the most ‘peaceful’ looking thing. Still, he was trying. The cute foal sitting in front of his muzzle did wonders to make one less scary.
  9. The shouted calls of ‘wing, wing!’ pulled Niilaavin's gaze away from the gathering mass of ponies. A deep, amused purr rumbled deep in his chest. A sound that moved up into a thundering roll when the young foal added in some less the pony sounding words. “Yes, many dmꜣt.” Then with blade sized claws, tapped Blue’s horn. “One ꜥb, ḥnwt.” It almost made his ‘outfit’ falter, shimmering like a mirage before solidifying again on his display as his mind wandered, his focus stolen for a moment by the young one. Realigning himself on the events around them his ears perked as one young mare got so brave as to speak to him. A Candy Corn it seemed. Pony names are still amusing, even after a few years of hearing them! So he chuckled and leaned down, his ‘six eyes’ gazing at her like six rageing suns. “Mtj, ḥmt. Nj ꜥšꜣ.” His words echoed in her mind and Candy felt them as much as heard them. They sounded as if words came from all around her, inside of her, within her. And for as grand as it sounded, as otherworldly. Blue knew every word just fine even if the young mare did not. As they always have since first meeting Niil. He said [Correct female, not many of us.]. He then grinned at her and winked with six eyes. “Thank you, I try to be regal. Learning from the best. But I may be outmatched by the likes of a princess such as yourself.” He added, this time in perfectly understandable Ponish. “The pleasure is all mine. May this day be fruitful and you earn much riches of sweets.” looking over at the young mare's friend he noticed she had wings and a horn. That was special or something was it not? Did she come from the bloodline of the sun and moon? She hardly looked the part. No moon or sun markings… But then one was pink and all about love… Ponies. But she seemed to be something of a show stopper with everyone talking or looking at her… He hated to admit that it stings some. But like Blue, he had to keep his Ego in line. Mostly. He was better, that was just a fact. But you can't hurt others feelings about it. Then they get all upset and make a mess of things. “You know her?” He asked, gesturing a large paw at the filly well looking over and down at Blue and Dunnie. He was not trying to be rude. He wanted to know if she was some kitten from the Dynasty! That was very important too know! He’d hate to disrespect them after all.
  10. NIILAAVIN THE FIRST, Blessed by the Eternal Flame forever in the sky, Tyr of All Territories under the Sky, Guardian of the Lands and Skies, Champion of His People, the Conqueror, the Unyielding, and Protector of the Realm, Imperator of the Dragonflames of the Lower World, Grand Guardian of Kitten and Foal, Lord of Worlds, First Protector, et cetera. Made his way behind Blueblood, Dunnie and their new kitten… Foal. Ponies were so picky with such naming. One may think they’d be honored he called them such! At least Blueblood understood such and let him use the term without fuss. Niilaavin towered over his companions standing thrice the height of even Celestia nowadays he walked with a lion's grace and the silenced paw-steps of a leopard. Even normally he was a sight to behold. But today was not a normal day. He personally found the theming of Blueblood and kin dull. He wanted to dress up as some lord! A king! Such was still new and interesting to him. But blueblood wanted this and so, it shall be. And he had to admit it was fun helping them dress up and get the eyeliner spot on. Why were ponies so stiff with such? It made one's eyes all the more stunning! But he was not to be outdone by them. No, he was putting his illusionary magic talent on full display today. And so he was not just ‘dressed up’ as some god. Why copy one? Let alone some gods the silly ponies worship. He was a Sphinx and they respected only two. The mother of them all… And themselves. And so displayed himself as only a god can be. As the party came to a stop he reared up and opened an impossible amount of wings. Wings behind wings spreading out into a huge fanning crest of feathers as six front limbs reached up, claws displayed as the stars themselves seemed to dance around his very body in worship. Gazing down with six eyes, glowing with the heart of the sun inside each he looked truly celestial. As if the galaxy itself stepped down from the heavies and took the shape of a truly grand feline. Was he going overboard? Maybe. Did he care? No. Not at all. He relished how the ponies looked at him. Jaws opened, eyes wide. This is what his kind lived for. Content with his godly appearance and endless amounts of impressed faces he gazed around the main avenue, amused by this celebration. It was his second one but the first he truly took part in. The treats were next to useless to him and that was not his part to play. It was for the young! And what a funny fact that was. The young ran about and played dress up and got treats. The adults did much the same, but payment was in the approval of others for their skill of mimicry. Most seemed too favor ‘scary’ outfits, but some like bluebloods family branched out into other topics to walk about as. It was all so… Amusing. And charming he must admit. But it seemed something grabbed Blue’s eyes. Looking down at the small filly. Some Icy was it? He felt he heard that name passing about in circles. But not with the face of such a young mare. The rest of the party seemed rather cold themed. Cute… Was it related to film? He swears he saw other youth running about in such outfits. They were adorable nonetheless. Almost as adorable as Pax. Blueblood did have a wonderful son with his pride mates and Niilaavin did feel a kinship to the foal. He may lack a litter of his own to pamper so he’d make do with Blues. Not that Blueblood and family seemed to mind all so much the huge cat bonding with and looking after the foal when needed. You can’t ask for a better sitter than that.
  11. I will do my best to have Nilaavin show up as well, alongsdie Blueblood.
  12. Nill let out a long purring chuckle at Applejack’s remarks. “I do not think they or myself can live on such alone. But your apples are very good and worth having at paw.” He then lowered his head down to be at Ambrosia's level. “And you keep up this fine work, I know you will be just as important as your mother to keep this town going down. Work hard, train and don’t forget to study.” He flashed her a cat’s grin before glancing over at Applejack. “You know what, five bits from that bag will go to her. For all her hard work” He winked at Ambrosia. “Spend it wisely!” With that he pulled his focus onto Spoiled. He knew more than most about what was going on behind closed doors with the poor mare. And it did not take a cat's cunning to understand this dealing with a family doing so well was pulling up the roots of some things best kept in the dirt for outsider viewing. “That sounds lovely, and wise. Lest we forget the toure you gave me… I have only gotten bigger and the doorway is only smaller.” He chuckled and leaned down to gently nuzzle his Rasha, doing such in the open was something he knew held some risk. But he was not about to stand about like some fool with her looking so downcast! This was a pleasant outing and something to be enjoyed, not lost in dark clouds. “Well let's not take up more of Ms’ Applejack’s time. We are hogging up her stall after all! Maybe I can give you a lift to the lake and we can enjoy some peace before you work? Unless you’d be willing to take some time off today and we can spend the day at your place?” He asked, gently leading her way from the stall. He tossed a look back and gave a swift bow of his head. “Thank you Ms’ Applejack and Ambrosia, may you have a wonderful day.” He added, as to not run off them without some well wishes.
  13. With his head hung low and jaws open and ready too be stuffed with apples he did not have many ways to join in on the counting. Or so it seemed if he was not a sphinx with a talent for illusion magic. He held up a paw and waved it to the side, revealing a small paper cut out of Ambrosia floating in the air. The paper drawing of Ambrosia moved about in the air, floating as numbers were drawn into shape. Leaping onto one she spoke in a perfect copy of Ambrosia’s voice. “Tchk!” A hieroglyphic popped up next too her in a speech bubble as she spoke it. Then she slept on two as the second apple was placed into Niils muzzle. “Tchk-Tchk!" This came with two hieroglyphics side by side that looked the same. When she lept onto three she shouted a new one. “Sii-Tchk!” And this came with a brand new hieroglyphic. And so it went as the drawing counted alongside her real counterpart in the sphinx language until she hit twelve and the drawing shouted “Sissa-saa!” As paper drawn fireworks go off behind the paper filly. With his muzzle full he pulled his head up and snapped his jaws shut with a nice crunch of apple and the dribbling of juices from the corners of his muzzle. He found the juice to be the best part of apples in his humble opinion. Sweet, rich and tasty. No wonder ponies liked too ferment them into drinks. Licking his lips and chomping down the food he looked down at Spoiled with a wolfish, or lineish grin. “Mm, yes that is true. Maybe I have gone somewhat native but what is a Tyr if he can not provide his Rasha the means and territory to bring home such?” He says chuckling with a small shake of his head. He then waved his paw over the paper Ambrosia and the living drawing disappeared underneath it. “As for you small one.” He says looking down at Ambrosia. “You count so very well. Let none say you are not a cunning filly and so very hard working!” With that he glanced back at Spoiled. “He left his territory?” Nilaavin spoke softly, clearly remarking on that to himself silently. Well, silently as something twice the size of an alicorn can be. He looked rather confused for a moment but swiftly that charming smiling grin was back on his muzzle. “Come now, do not look so downcast. They shall return and so will your kitten with new found skills. But if you feel the territory is rather lonely you need just ask for me to spend the evening, I’d hardly feel offended to be invited to cast off the bardem of an empty home and garden.” He added, puffing himself up to look larger and more fluffy for some unknown reason. But looking back at Applejack he bowed his head gently. “The food is indeed good and lives up to the reputation. May I purchase some in bulk to be delivered to my servants? They can be found at Bluebloods estate, just drop them off there and inform the greeter its a delivery of goods for the mine. How much will it be… Oh what is the pony word for it… Oh just get me two bushels.” Without even asking for how much that may cost he reached a paw under his cloak and removed a comparatively ‘small’ bag that he dropped onto the counter with a _thump_. The bag of bits was as large as Ambrosia herself! “Take the change and call it a donation to your family by House Platinum. You do much for this town and we respect such hard work.”
  14. A deep rolling purring-chuckle vibrated the stand and apples in reply to both greetings. His eyes looked down at Ambrosia and pushed his nose downrods into her open forelegs so she may hug his muzzle. “Oh it is much for it is sissa-saa, that is as many as eight pies and four.” He chuckled even more and pulled his head up and away from the young mare so she may work before booking over at Applejack with that big sharp grin of his. “And thank you I had them touched up over the evening.” He says popping the claws out one paw to inspect them glitter in the early morning sun. “But I must admit, gold has lost some charm over me. But it is as timeless as things may ever be, long ago or now the powerful are enchanted by its shine. But if you ask me this world holds more beautiful views than the warmth of gold.” As if on cue Spoiled made her way around his side to take her place by the stand. “Oh you did not need to pay…” He fussed gently looking down at the bits she placed on the stand. “I’m more than able to provide food for you.” He added with a paw held up to his chest as if she wounded him. But soon it followed with a playful purring smile as he looked back at Applejack. “As you can see, Spoiled is well and as ever a pawfull. But such suffering is worth the laudiPrrum my Rasha brings to this oh so humble cat of the sun.” He chuckled again, clearly having a very amusing time with this. But the topic shifted back onto the new tenant and the need to clarify what he meant. “The mare of thunder and power. With the heart of a lion and the roar of a dragon. Two souls gifted by the mother of all bless her heart and soon she may call it pride.” He says, clearly clarifying what he was asking about. Ponies were such silly things. “But she is not alone is she? No, your pride is growing as well yet again as well. I must admit some jealousy seeing such when mine is a den of just one. But such life is a blessing, do pass my well wishes onto both mares.” He glanced down at Spoiled as he spoke, letting them linger for maybe a moment too long before pulling his focus back onto the stand. Seeing the small one… Ambrosia was it? Getting the apples he lowered his head down and opened his jaws. “Just toss them in. Gently! I’d rather not choke on some apple kicked into my throat!” He added as a warning. Not that he feared choking on some apple… But no one enjoys food being launched into their mouth at speed.
  15. A fresh morning was hardly the place or time he’d like to be. No, he’d rather be napping stretched out over the royal garden as his servants tended to him. But such things were pushed aside for something far more important. The morning walk with his Rasha, Spoiled Rich. Almost every morning they’d meet up and go for a short walk around the town before she slipped into the office to carry out the job of mayor. And well at first he was rather put off from walking at the crack of dawn he found it as enjoyable as she did to start the day. And so the town was greeted with the familiar presence of the giant sphinx walking down its paths. When he first arrived here a few years ago he was already taller than an alicorn and in the passing time he’s grown and grown. Now he towered over the ponies standing taller than two celestia’s standing on top of the other. And even then he was still growing, still eating more and more as his body grew. It will be many years yet before he is a full grown sphinx… But for all his size no pony seemed all that alarmed. They were rather used to him by now thankfully. And so Nilaavin walked into the marketplace parting the sea of ponies like an icebreaker over a frozen sea as Spoiled Rich walked alongside him. He’s changed over the years and not just in size. Cultural exchange and adapting to a new place and time has seen him pick up some more pony customs and fashions. He still kept his eyeliner, that was staying. But he now sported some new earrings and a huge cloak made out of fine fabrics and lined with thick furs. A pony might faint if they learned how much it cost to have it made. And even his claws were now decorated with a layer of gold gilding. He preferred the look of silver in all honesty, but silver gilding was hard to come by and even more hard to track down a pony willing to do his claws. At least the gold claws matched the golden magic bands around his four legs and neck. In many ways he looked more like some old duke or lord from old pony history and less like the sphinxes of old. And that was a change he liked. He felt more like fit in with the ponies, in a way at least. He’d never lower himself too much. But among the nobility his change in dress was doing wonders and helping him settle into a new life with blueblood as his guide… And speaking of a new life his eyes passed over a young filly at some stand. It took his brain a moment to register it was an apple stand run by a Ms’ Applejack. He’s never spoken to her formally or her kittens. He’s passed by plenty, but never once stopped down in the farm. And it looked like her farm was fruitful this year. Well he much preferred meat one must learn to eat less enjoyable food around ponies. And so he was not shy about apples. Better yet he can give his Rasha a treat. Fuss as she may, he can what her stomach and knew that once again she did not eat at home. Again. So he led the way to the stand and lowered his head down until was at eye level with the mare and the young kit. He looked at the older mare with a ‘friendly’ smile, as friendly as a giant pony-cat can smile, then looked at her young kit. “Hello small one, I’d like some of the very best apples you have. A hard task, as all of them must truly shine and taste better than all the rest. Two for Spoiled, and no do not fuss I can hear your stomach. And… Well, a dozen for me.” He chuckled and grinned. “A big cat needs big meals.” In truth, a dozen apples is hardly a meal for him. You'd need a dozen ponies for that. “He then looked back to AJ and ‘bowed’ with a dip of his nose. “And good morning Ms’ Applejack. The farm is doing you well? I heard you picked up a new tenant with some kittens of her own on the way soon.” He still had an odd accent in his words, one born from his odd place in this world. He after all natively spoke a dead language. Outside of scholars none knew it so learning to speak the pony language was a must. And it blinded oddly with his natively spoken tongue to give him a truly unique accent. Such was far from a bad thing, he found out many ponies found his voice… Nice.
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