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He followed what she was saying as he kept looking around the mine. It was modest and he’s seen much bigger. But it seemed to have a rich vein with steady flow output. Why it was not expanded he can’t fathom, but he’d see to that. It was no gold mine but gemstones never made you poor. Looking over at the pink mare he pounded her magic some. “That is powerful, when I walk unseen I… Make it so one wishes to simply not see me. An overriding need too just ‘not see it’ as it were. For most it works well, only very well trained guards can overcome that trick. But for most… I can walk down a street, every pony in it moves out of my way and never reacts, or remember even seeing me move out of the way. But this is much more grand than my school of magic… But, your kind were blessed with flexibility in such.” He remarked. The topic moved onto his own, and watched her keenly as she spoke. It was, as ponies tend to be, a charming reply and maybe too good willed. But he’d lie if did not enjoy it. “I hope it is just so, and I am all her heart can want all ready. Yet I know I can do more and will do so. Some things come less easy, some even more so. It takes some care too not just roll her about with a nuzzle. Or soak her with a single lick. But such troubles are worth feeling less alone in this world. Not to be dramatic, but I think your kind can never grasp what it is to be alone. Friends? Oh yes. Blue has been nothing but good. But to sit down grasp in claws the fact you it. The end song. The fact she helps me push that away and feel as if something understands me, truly, as another of my kind. No pierce can put on that feeling.” He says, eyes wandering around the mine to take in the glitter of gemstones. The shiny was distracting. He flicked his ears when told it may be time too head back. “So soon? I feel like we only just started. Or is the magic drain of such a spell? If so, no need to drain it on this trip. Your city is grand and pretty, I’d be content walking its streets with you and seeing all it has too offer.” He replayed with a respectful bow of his head. Well she was an odd mare, he found her pleasant. A good thing as with the deals being offered he’d have to keep in contact with her.

“I… Never teleported before, and heard it is no less easy on others the first time.” Niilaavin says back, if nothing else than to cover for his own reenactment to being teleported. He still felt rather queasy but swallowed it down. “A first time for everyone, after all.” He added and followed her into the mine. North Wind just grunted some, doing her best to wipe her muzzle clean and look presentable again before dashing after them to stay behind her master. He looked around the mine, getting low, almost on his belly, to follow the mare without fuss. His eyes danced around the place, looking at the working ponies… Then waved a pay next to a few. “Ah, no wonder they are not reacting. They can’t see us can they? Or are we even truly here? I’d notice something… Large as myself, cloaked or not.” He hummed in thought before moving deeper with the pink mare. He was putting together where they must be, seeing as she did not feel like telling him. “Are we at… Or well, now in the Crystal Caverns?” He asked, lowering his muzzle down to watch the filly work for a moment. Then he flicked his ears when asked what mark he may give Jizara. That was… Not easy to answer, he felt. He did not think of it at all in fact until now. They wanted him to do that? By the bells, Jizara wanted him too didn't she. He glazed down at a paw and popped one claw staring at it a moment. He’d… Need to practice inking fur on a pony. He’d hate to make a mess of her fur. He looked over at Cadance. “Something… Related to the moon I think. A crescent… Yes, that will fit. A time of change, the end of one and the start of another. I think it's thematic for her to leave her old life and join mine.” He chuckled softly, almost sober thinking about that. “I can’t believe it sometimes. I don’t know what she can see in me. I can offer her so little, yet she looks at me…” He cuffed, shaking his head. “I feel so much shame speaking of this, yet you are the princesses of love. So you must enjoy hearing such. For my kind it's… We do not have love like you do. Mates come and go and a male is judged by the size of his land and the number of females kept. He hardly spends much time with them. They court, he wins them to his land. Mate… And then his duty is to keep the land safe from others. That’s it. I saw my father once, flying overhead. That was it. And mother hardly spoke about him. He was a far lord and had good land. That is all I know about him. Then he was killed and a new pride-king came. That was that. She liked the new one less and was going to leave when all departed… All of this is to say, this is all uncharted for me. Her, This kingdom, everything. I’m walking a new trail for my kind. And I’m so thankful she is here to help me. I don’t feel so alone with her by my side. And I hope I can repay that. I truly do. I hope to be whatever she views in me.” He spoke, rambling in a way about this. But he felt Cadance may be his best outlet for this. At least he hoped she’d keep all this just between rulers. They were soon to be neighbors after all, so maybe it was good to open up and let her see his more soft side.

Niilaavin waved back and forth on unsteady legs, a moment looking dazed. That was the first time he’s ever been teleported and it took his mind a few moments to even register what happened as he looked around himself in soft daze and his stomach did a flip. Oh that was unpleasant. Not painful, just… unpleasantly disorienting. He shook his head a few times and made rather crude sounds as shook it off and looked around with more focused eyes. “Next time please offer me a warning, oh that was… Something.” He mutters, his mind clearing as his body settles down. He took in his surroundings swiftly and noted he was no longer in the city… And honestly he had no clue where he even was now. The sound of a pony losing her lunch pulled his gaze down to North Wind. The poor mare was retching. With respect he looked away and acted as if saw nothing and looked at Cadance. “Oh, that’s new.” He says leaning his head down to inspect the now very shiny pony. She looked… Well, not very real. Like some work of art, not a thing of flesh and blood. He then pawed her to see if she felt as hard as she looked now. As soon as he did it, he scolded himself mentally, but some things were very hard to repress. She was just so… Shiny! He wanted to bap her. “Ah, sorry. You are just… Hrm, you are shiny. It's hard to stop myself sometimes with such.“ He admitted with a passing smile before he waved a paw at the land around them. Thick woods, towering mountain peaks. He knew vaguely where they were by that alone. “Where are we?” He asked before remembering what was asked of him before the teleport. “And keep this between us, but it has no symbolism. Few do, we just make up something that looks cool. I came up with this in… Oh, a few moments with mud and a shiny pool of water with the help of Jizara." He paused for a moment, he regretted adding the last part. "But I say it means I am born to rise above others, such that the long line rises over the dots.” He added after a moment to move on. “But it just looks cool. But for us, it does matter without symbolism. Every single one of us has markings found just on us. In a way, that is the symbolism. Areself. We will mark land with it, clawing it onto things alongside scent.” He added, giving more context for it.

He felt a bit of hesitation to leave the meeting so soon. But everyone seemed fine with the meeting winding down in such a way for now. And good will come of him peeking over heads and staring at tiny text on papers? He can’t read most of it, it was just too small for him. Just markings on a tiny page, on a tiny book. He can’t even read his own fan mail without help from a servant! And so it was evident nothing good will come of him haunting the place asking for every detail to be broken down into something he can understand. Blue hammered it well into his head a good leader knows when to just trust on court. He may not have that yet, but he did trust his friends. “Oh very well, what is a meeting of royalty without tours.” He says with a roll of his eyes, then pulls himself up after with the last parting purring nuzzle at Jizara. “And black is much more easy to make than other colors were back then, my list of colors was limited. Black. Or Red. Blue was truly out of my reach at the time and purple? Oh, a kitten can dream of rivers of milk with more truth than my hopes of seeing such. But maybe it's worth revisiting such now, color is so easy to get… And I am told, less deadly.” He says with a chuffing purr. He took one last look at the big world map, then waved his paw. And like that it faded into mist revealing the big table and its food again. He leaned down and snapped up the last of the roasted hog, downing it in one bite and crunch of his jaws. “Lead away.” He gestured for Cadance and followed her, for all his size he moved almost silently after her other than his speech. “The markings, GriffLaudi, are in a way like their own… Markings that you sport on the rump. Just we don’t get them by magic. Or that they mean what we do… So less like what you have. But still a personal thing. It marks you as an adult. I got mine the day before I departed my den.” He spoke, looking down at the tall alicorn as if she was some foal, his story fading down the hallway with a departing flick of his lion's tail. North Wind, his head servant, left soon after following him out in a fast trot to keep peace with the giant.

Niilaavin for his part was impressed that Cadance can pop claws after all. Even if they were the claws of a kitten, it sat well with him all the same. Maybe she was not a rug for Twilight after all. But his approval of her flashing claws did not help him make head or tails of heart of this… Problem at paw. Why was, of all things, roads the first real thorny bush in this meeting? They are just… Paths. If you get fancy you put down stones. And if you got real ahead it had a train line. Now that was a marvel of this age he saw some real use in. You’d need a wagon train of some size, and so many more workers to match such a thing and they’d still be slower. But they are just making a road, not a train line. So what was making this so much of a pain in the tail for them? More perplexing was Blueblood and Jizara seemed more keen on it, than dismissing it. What was with ponies and roads? He mulled it over in his head and found it… Just bothersome and almost petty. Uniquely challenging environment? He already took up a Den for his hunts out there! He found water, food and spent almost two years flying the land and learning what it had too offer. It was challenging but he was taking his claim on land he saw almost abandoned just to fussed at about how ‘close and loved’ it was. He found himself understanding why meetings like this took weeks, maybe even months to sort out. At first he found such claims silly before sitting down and being in one. Oh he got it now. This was going to be long, painful and very tiresome. They traded pain of body for pain of mind with this conflict for land. He’d take pain of body any day. Just as he was about to speak a soft tapping of hoof on wood grabbed his attention as Blueblood spoke up first. "Think of this kingdom as your firstborn. No matter how proud a sphinx may be relative to others, we come into this world helpless without the care of our parents. You are one parent, and the Crystal Empire the other. If anything, the Empire is the mother, for it is from their den that Hyatria shall emerge from. But in its infancy, the Kingdom must be nursed, and the father support them in their nursing, if they wish their kitten to grow strong and wise." The unicorn explained in terms Niilaavin had to take a moment to grasp. Not that this was hard to understand, it was very easy for him and made much more logic than whatever the two princesses have going off about with roads. What took a moment to grasp was the fact Blue was speaking about what the princesses were trying too convey. That left his mind reeling for a moment. If that is what they meant, why did they make this so damn confusing and rant about roads? What is up with ponies and their love of paths? Jizara piped up, speaking with all the fire of a sphinxess as she joined in on the topic some more. "It would indeed be a challenge to match that offer, Princess Cadence. My concern is that it may be excessive in expenditure; development ahead of usability just leads to rotting capital goods. But... as a gesture of friendship, if nothing else, I would accept. Just... do keep in mind that I would prefer the work done at the local level if at all possible. It is important that those who live here take ownership and pride in the work of their hooves, and not see themselves as dependents. The child must grow up, and... eventually, move beyond the ability of their mother... to give...." He was going to make a remark about feeling ganged up on. But the words died in his muzzle as saw the mare lose her voice and almost shut out the world. He looked at her, eyes wondering for a moment. And then he felt horrible. He treated her like a fellow sphinx and she’d never want him to act otherwise. But she was not a sphinx. She was a pony that has seen many winters already. He loved her for that, he truly did. But her time was… From his view… So short. He’d not have her very long and that was dreadfully painful. And here he was tossing about plans that will take dozens of years and the turning of decides to see done. He’d spend years working his paws to see something done his way… And what? Will he come home and find his Den empty? Will he waste so much of her time? It left him taken back and speechless as he just looked at her. A soul so big in a body so small and short lived. He found himself unworthy honestly. Young, foolish and with what? Nothing to offer other then years in caves and on the hunt? He can’t even give her a litter. He laid down, moving closer to almost wrap around her, he did not care what the others felt or saw in this. Or if she fussed at him about dignity. What good was dignity and his head held up if she may pass his paws unhappy? He can’t give her one thing, but he can offer others. He let out an almost growling chuff of air before looking over at Blueblood. “I will… Entrust Prince Blueblood to speak on my behalf regarding this matter, but any final verdict shall be done only on my voice alone. And all changes of borders must be asked of me first Blue, before you make any changes.” He huffed and gave the mare held in his paws a gentle lick using just the tip of his tongue. She was never a fan of this but it was just one thing she’d have to keep dealing with. This was sphinx love, she wanted it and so she must deal with what comes along with that. Being groomed was just not up for debate. With the matter of this topic settled for now he took golden hook offered by Twilight change the pace of things. Far as he can tell this really was just a nice way to ‘end’ the meeting for now. Things were getting heated and it was best every one took a moment to clear the palate as it were. “If you are asking about how we’d do a wedding I hate to bring ill news. We had no custom of the sort. But we did have a way to conduct courting. When a male took a female into his den, we had some duty and so did she in how it was done. In a way that can be seen as a wedding. After a female approved of the male he’d take her to his den, if he had other mates he’d greet her to them. If he had none, he’d skip such. They’d share in the first hunt and meal together first. Then come sunset they’d give each other a new marking.” He pulled a paw up to his face, then ran a claw along the marking under his eye. “This, she’d add to it or give me a new marking somewhere. And I’d do the same, adding too or giving her a new one. That is a mark of bounding and we’d refresh them whenever they fade. I’d touch up hers, she’d do the same to mine. It's as close as we have to such a ceremony as marriage.” He explained, happy for the change of pace with things.

Niilaavin was disappointed too learn that the plot of land was so conflicted with claims, he personally only wanted it for hunting ground. It was rich in game come spring and summer. But it was not worth fussing over here. Maybe he can work out a deal with the Yaks? He’d rather them own it then the hide-changers… Even thinking of them running some… ‘breeding program’ made him feel sick and distressed. A buffer between his lands and them will be a good thing. He shifted uneasily, doing his best to relax before he worked himself up over that detail and focused his mind on the offer with Cadance. Yet again she turned it down and backed something weaker. Some Empire. Was she really just a doormat for Twilight? Maybe some years from now he’d need too reach out to her more when his own land was more developed and strong. Maybe together they’d claw more independence from the south. But that was a passing dream for another time. “If you so wish, they shall be seen and known as subjects whenever we all come too an agreement. But for one year they do what they must, be taking all home and hearth so wished, to leave for your lands without worry.” He says back, giving her a soft bow of the head in understanding. The talks moved with the help of Blueblood and even Jizara. He was happy she took up some documents and even seemed interested in it. Not that she believed she lacked the skill, she did. Just she was under no pressure to help with this at all. She was invited to watch anything past that was up to her. And so a tail curled to gently brush at her in thanks as he did his best to follow the topic. Infrastructure, roads, operations and other terms tossed about like kittens playing with a fresh kill. And then a new price was dropped onto his paws like some bolder. “TWO SEVEN!?” His voice boomed, rattling the room with its force as he snapped a glare at the two mares. He pulled in a breath. “No. Two is all I will go. I will take the gesture of good and take the plans, maps I take? Of the paths. I will not take on this ‘corp of engineers’ to help if it will just bleed me dry. I’d sooner spend a decade to rip the trees out of the land myself then bleed my funds more. I was born into a cave. I lived on the meat of hunts. I drank from rivers that came and went with the rains. I knew no roads, no town, no city and slept under the stars with a bed of sand, rock or grass.” He thumped his tail on the floor, taking a moment to gather himself. “You say I need not fear economic hardship, I have strong powers next to me. I do, but at what cost?” He glanced at Cadance for a moment with a harder glare before focusing more on Twilight. “I do not care if I live in a cave as I work alongside my subjects to make this land ARE land. I will house Jizara inside of the Crystal City every winter if that is what it takes as I make a den with my own paws. So yes, I find issues with this. The land is self sufficient is it not? The towns are content to live as they have, without help? They will live years yet as we grow together, me and them, and make this land our own. Not indebted to outsiders, not bowing to another.” The large cat let out a deep, rumbling breath as he rubbed a paw on his muzzle. “Let us step back to the last offering. One five for the acre, preference of trade and military alliance. I am content with the terms of such. Oh, and Tartarus being owned by myself, and Princess Twilight Sparkle together in guardianship.” With that he lays down, reaching out with a paw to gently lay it over Jizara’s back for his own comfort. This was all so very taxing on his mind, as if his own soul and mind were in conflict. All of this was not… What his soul wanted him to do. But it is what his mind knew he must. He must play by the ways of this land and this age. As confounding as they were. When he had his own land. Then he can make his own blasted books and codes. And that gave him some comfort, almost as much as Jizara relaxed his loneliness in this strange world.

Niilaavin was many things and in many ways can boast power and skills better than the lesser ones. But in one aspect he fully admits full defeat. Accounting. He struggled following math and numbers used in this day and age and often found it all just flowing together into one big mess within his head. It made his head spin and even with the help of servants found himself hopelessly lost. But that is what a chancellor was for, a task Blue was helpful in partly filling but a seat he will need a more proper filling in soon… Or, as it felt, now. He blinked at the mass of papers being waved at him in magic, before letting them fall onto an open paw… He gently put them down next to Jizara and hoped it would not seem rude. He was not discarding them, just putting them to the side. He licked a fang and did his best to refocus on the ongoing diplomatic work. It seems the monetary aspect was not going too move, a shame as the cost did make him wince some. Regardless of how ‘self-sufficient’ his new subjects will be he’d need income to fond work in a remote, hard land. All of that will cost some hefty gold. Let alone pay for his own needs. Even if lives as minimalist as he can… He was a Spinx and his food costs were jaw-dropping to most. He’d have to make full use of the land and wild game to cut that down. Despite his hopes it seems he’d be living rather… Wild for a time. That was acceptable. About 8 years ago from his view of time, he was living in the wild even. Before he was enslaved by that mage. He did worry about Jizara and her needs. She had no skills in such and was just a pony. He’d need to work hard to provide her a safe den in such wild lands. Even if he put her up in a town… She’d be a stranger. It made him fret. But she seems willing to see this to the end with him. He just hoped that fire lasted when it found its first winter in whatever housing he got her. He focused himself onto Cadance and her reply to his officer. He was somewhat taken back by her dismissing the use of overseers to keep an eye on her subjects under his care. But she did seem to want some safety for them. “Very well, we shall scrap the use of overseers on your behalf. But I will keep three decades for all your subjects to integrate, or leave. We can meet half-way and have them seen you as your subjects, and mine, for that time. And leave it up to them when the time runs out where they wish to be. When that time's over they will swear oaths onto my claws or depart. Three decades is a very long time for them to decide such and I hope it makes you feel at peace for them. If they wish to leave, they may take all they have down to the very house if they so want and have all that time to do so.” He was happy to have full command of the towns he admitted to himself. Even if he ‘shared’ them as subjects, that held small meaning if the land and town was his. At most it just means if one commits a crime he’d have to tell her about it before punishment. A small detail and one that does not hinder him. But the next part of the topic from Twilight made him ponder for a moment as he looked back at the map. The Tenochtitlan Basin was a place he did consider making a claim on as well before thinking from a more pony view. He can fly over all the land easily. Not all can do that and mass movement of goods will be limited to land, mostly wagons, until he can get rail going. The Tenochtitlan Basin was just too remote from where he wanted his capital. And it seemed that restraint had some use as they viewed them as a regional power to conduct himself with. Noted. But looking at it did make his brain wonder. And a playful idea popped into his mind. He pulled the map north, popped a claw then drew along the land. As he did it left a glowing trail to mark out a border, as he did this he spoke. “What country claims the land east of the Sea of Ruin? South belongs to the Tenochtitlan, west… Was held by the hide-changers. But they largely gone now, outside of some new nest? I must admit I have not followed the developments of the hide-changers all too much. Just that some of them are…” He licked a fang, words failing him a moment. “Trust-able. But that does not matter. The eastern Sea of Ruin, Crystal Caves sits very close. Do you own the land all the way up to that inland sea Princess Mi Amore Cadenza?” He asked, looking over at her, then at Twilight. “The summarizing feels just and accurate to the matters so far.” He added.

A deep, rolling snort came from Niilaavin at the remarks on the griffin aspect. But it opened a door for him he found intriguing as he looked west deeper into the Great Leota. Maybe he can push his borders more west? Well the deep woods of the forest will be hard to tame and take long years… It was a land much warmer than most around it. Some clearing and land management… And it can be his bread basket. Something too consider and keep close to paw as the talks go then. Such was his draw to more land he almost blanked out on what Cadance was saying. He shifted his gaze to her. He almost scoffed that she took note of Fort Trottderdale, he was planning on founding a new port city and believed that fort was all but ruins home to bandits. It was a small blessing he did clear them out like he did some other bandit dens. The more shocking news was this ‘Crystal Caverns’ mining settlement. He pawed at the living map underneath them and with a flick of his paw, made the land rush north until it overlooked the spot. He leaned his head down, staring at the spot as he raked his mind… And found nothing. Just valleys, woods and tundra. He never saw the town with his overhead passes of the land. He’s not been this far north much, he must admit. He licked a fang. He wished he could just bite down on her… He let out a breath. “My kingdom will be poor already for some time and the steeper the opening payment, the worse it will be for some decades.” He remarked, sitting up as he looked over at Cadance and away from the missing mining town from his map. “But I was aware we’d need counter offers to help us both, and your subjects. So I give you this with any officer. Friendship between realms, in trade and arms, for so long as I draw breath. So long as I live we will come to your aid with whatever we have. The stronger my realm becomes, the stronger a friend you have on your western border. My army will head any call, or need, you ask. Be it helping rebuild from disaster, or marching side by side to toss off threats that wish to harm what you so love. That is a gift born in time. We both know it will take long years before I uphold it with any worth. Before will come trade. Your traders will have priority on purchasing goods and selling within my lands. Not hegemony, just priority. And along with that, I know the love you hold for your subjects and the wish to see them treated well in my kingdom as it takes claws to land. For such, I offer this. Four three decades you may appoint three overseers.” “Fairflanks, Crystal Caverns and Fort Trottderdale will be under the overseers and anything I do within the boundaries of their ownership will need the blessing of the overseers. Without their blessing, I will not act within the limits of the settlements. That will give them time to warm up to the change and feel safe. And give me time to better learn the needs and wants of your subjects underneath my care. When the three decades pass, and only then, will I ask them to bow to me and officially know me as their Tyr and them as my subjects. This gives them time as well, to leave and move into your lands if they so wish. All of this is tied into my officer with no demands given for them. It is, as it is. I hope this makes the burden of entrusting me with your subjects less heavy.” He smiled, doing his best to not flash too much fang in it. He hoped she knew he was being honest and truthful in his wants. He wanted to be loved, as much as her subjects loved her. He wanted to be worshiped out of real love, not fear. A Tyr they all saw fly overhead and felt warmth for. That is one thing he learned well from pony leadership. A land that truly loves you, will do so much to keep you in charge. He then moved his gaze onto Twilight before shifting it back to the Great Leota. He flicked his paw and moved the map to look down over the vast woodlands, that at the heart even held a jungle of all things. Magic? Or some other force? He did not know. He’s seen the tribes and even spoke with a few of them… Some even worshiped some… Cat-like thing. He hated that thing with every fiber of his soul. How dare anything claim god-hood with such a cursed body? It was disgusting and he was going to crush every last scrap of that thing from his lands. The All-Mother made the world and her children perfect. He licked his fangs again and looked back at Twilight, snapping himself out of his thinking. “I am more used to dealing with tribes than his modern life. Five years ago from my view, I lived in a time when… ‘tribes’ as you call them were how all your kind lived outside a few cities. Cities were the odd ones out, now it is the other way.” He remarked with a cuffing sound. “I will demand they bow. I will be truthful. But bow in the way my kind did in old times. They know me as Tyr and give me tithes, and they go about as they see fit. I will not move them… Or ‘permit’ them to live on only selected land as if it's some gift. The woods they call home are deep, unmapped and full of danger. It will be a long time before I can even think of really settling it in a meaningful way. So it is wise to use that time to build deeper links and with small steps lead them closer to being fully part of my realm. My kind is long lived, I can let them grow used to changes over decades without fuss.” He added, moving onto the next topic. He let out a mused huff as Twilight took command of his magic map, moving it to show Tartarus. “I am glad you speak of it. I was planning to bring it up as well as a joint overship. I know it holds many dangers to us all, and all can stand to keep it sealed. It seems you were one step ahead. Still I speak my mind. The lands around it will be off limits, and owned by all three of us. A joint ownership to keep it guarded and sealed. Safer as it seems now, I am not one to rest on my hunches with such. I feel it helps us all, for all to keep a paw and hoof aware of it together. Three sets of eyes, ears and power to keep it as is… Sealed, forever. I hope none of you will object to such an idea.” With that out of the way he mused on the next topic. “My title will be Tyr, in pony speech it… It means ‘Lord of all dens, master of all under wing.’ or something along the line. My speech does not translate easily at times. A more blunt translation is ‘Emperor’, it was a title given to leaders of my kind's past. Even when I walked, none held it. A sphinx that did not just bite, claw and kill for some scraps of land. But a sphinx that led many dens and even had other males fly under wing. It is a title from a lost age, when the world was given to us. A time we lost, by our own blinded egos. I wish to use it to mark a new age. One where my kind put aside are faults and learn so the realm of the Tyr may unite us once again. Such as the den of the All-Mother, may it nurse us back from nothingness.” He smiled, eyes looking into nothing as he dreamed of such a time. Dens, kittens and taking wing with a dozen of his kind following. The All-Mother may return and purr her blessing seeing her children learn from their mistakes. But he pulled his eyes back to focus on Twilight. “But I know you asked for more than just that. It will be an absolute monarchy that is not open to be discussed. I have seen how some places go about things and find it lacking. I will not have my lands waste years bickering over pretty pointless drivel. My word will be final and absolute. I will bring back the teaching of the All-mother as well. It will be the faith of my land, but it will not be forced onto my subjects. How they pray in their den is up to them… Speaking of den, I will place sphinx views of family and kinship, on how the social system works. Den, Clutter, territory and the Tyr atop all. A Den is the smallest unit. Dens make up a clutter and clutters make a territory. A den is family, all united onto one. All the den works together and there is no shame in keeping to the den. A kitten may grow, and stay, helping the den grow without leaving to start his own. The needless removal of males… Even females at times. It doomed us. We must work together, and my subjects will do the same. I see so much…Individuality that hurts more than helps. The apple clan is a marvel of unity and kinship… But I am off topic. I ask that my ponies bow to me, and know me as Tyr. I will lead them. I will bleed for them. I will lend claws and fangs to defend them. And I ask that bow and give unto me the means to run the kingdom. I will not sit on some throne, hoping problems will fix themselves. They will see my fly overhead. They will see me first into the fires. And we will rise, or fall, as one grand den. That is how I will learn from the past.” With that done he sat down, he did not even notice in the moment he got up and flared his wings. He cuffed gently and looked down at Jizara. He felt tired from this. All this talking. Speaking. Thinking about his words. His eyes begged her to take the lead for a moment.

Niilaavin watched things settle in and looked down at the food on offer. Most of it was pony fair, but they had meat on offer for him thankfully. Even a full hog. He leaned a paw over and popped a claw, slipping it under the pig and lifted. It hooked the roasted hog and lifted it up, dangling from the claw as he moved it over his plate and retracted his claw. He then picked up a tray of more pony-fitted food stuff and moved it over to where Jizara sat. About that time Cadance spoke up. “The room you gave me had ample space, I know it must have been hard to think of a room for me. But the refuted hall worked fine and I felt very comfortable. The bed made out of the assorted pillows was perfectly fine and comfortable. The cooks have treated me well and followed the help of my own staff.” He replied with a nod then leaned his head down and bit at the hog. Half of it disappeared behind teeth with a crunching of bone and rending of meat. He was not trying to be gross with the act and did lift a paw to help cover his muzzle. Doing that helped some ponies feel less… Disturbed. After swallowing down his bite he spoke some more. “Well spiced and cooked. also, speaking of the young. I hear you have your own litter of one? It seems many a litter are babbling about and leaves me thankful my den-mother is not here to haunt me about a lack of my own. It seems that is a constant between species… We all have that one mother asking where her next litter is.” He cuffed and chuckled at the joke for a moment. With everyone settling in it seemed the meeting was picking up to the matter at paw. He was thankful for it, he did not know how long he’d play along with the pleasantry. His ears twitch at the rush of magic and watched everything move about. “We may start, thank you Princess Twilight. I shall use some of my own magic, it shall be used to help show you details and not alter your thinking. You may test for such as often as you wish. I will not be upset.” He says looking over them with a cat's smile. With that he reared up and clapped his front paws together, it was a booming sound that was hard to not focus on. And that was his trick as his magic sank claws into perception and dug. Then he slammed a paw down… not on a table. But the north tundra. All of them sat akin too god-like giants looking down over the sky view of the lands. Built up from his own memories flying over the north. He cuffed, smiling at his own work. Clouds moved, rivers flowed and trees moved in the winds. He aimed a claw at the Webwing mountains, then down south to The Knightheads. And last he aimed a claw east, where they can see the glimmer of the city in the horizon this far up. “This is the northern plains and the north-eastern Great Leota. We are sitting about in the middle of it all.” He aimed his paw down and tapped a claw on a river down the plains and into the forest. "This will mark my eastern most border. I can’t find documents about the name, but it is well marked on the maps and can be seen by air. It is a major river that flows south from ice-melt in the far north. It flows down into the planes. North-words, it forks with one river flowing back north and into the north sea. Another river, this one I believe to be the origin point of the Corusca river flows out of the Great Leota and east on-wards to your wonderful city Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.” He tapped a claw and pulled it along the length of that river within the old woods and stopped before it left into planes. “This will be my southern border at its smallest. I wish to have them pushed more south onto the Knightheads.” He looked up from the world under paw and inspected the onlooking ponies. “Part of this land is owned by Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, as you well know. Westwords the land is officially under Equestria ownership, but that is not enforced. The Great Leota has no real enforcement of law, or even falls under the mail system. Let alone taxing. With the Western most half of the woods being owned by Aquella… That acts as a hard border stop for me, at least for now. Some giffins are willing to sell me the land. At least, willing to tell me they will. Rather or not the… government will is another story. So my focus rests in your hooves. This land is largely ungoverned and breeds crime, danger and hides threats to both of you. Having a government seated in the north will help unite and make it safer for all of us.” He swished his tail side to side for a moment, then looked over at Blueblood. “Prince Blueblood, may you bring forth offers of payment for the land from Princess Mi Amore Cadenza?” He sat down, just glad to let other talk. He was not the most diplomatic of sorts and all this was just... Well, he wished he can just pop claws and go at it. That was more easy to understand disputed borders.

Lord Niilaavin of House Platinum. The lord title was one of raw formality with him being adopted into House Platinum. The later part mattered more. He was adopted into it some time ago, but only lately did he leverage that aspect more. He was, in a way, related to old royalty at least in name. And that did account for something with the nobles even if it was not by blood. And so he put everything on display for this trip. It's been months of work, and well over a year of flying and scouting lands so he prepared to strike his claim with detail and merit. He was after all taking territory from another… With paper and words. The idea was still strange to him but much was in this world now. Even with the passing of years plenty still struck him as strange with how things were done at times. But he adapted and still was. Still learning. Still growing. Both in his mind and in body. The years of steady food, work and moving has done him well. So well Lord Niilaavin of House Platnom can not fit inside a train. And so he was laying on a flat cart. One dressed up well for one of his titles, but a flat cart all the same. He’d fly to the north under any other trip. But this time he had a passenger that was determined to bring… Well, just about everything. And thanks to her his own servants felt the need to bring just about everything as well. And so here he was, laying on a padded flat cart watching the countryside pass by on a train loaded up with some small towns worth of servants and cargo. At least it was not boring. It was relaxing in all honesty and a welcome break from the week's worth of paperwork. ----- He arrived a few days early to prepare with Jizara and Blueblood. Along with his staff all put up housing he found most pleasing, even if some rooms were on the small side for his kind. But changing some grand hall into a bedroom for him was clever. And in that room he peaces, eyes looking at a map on a wall as his servants held makers and kept notes. He did not hope for much, yet his heart screamed for more. Anything to sink his claws into and scream his name to the sky. He needed land. He dreamed of it awake and in sleep. Some deep part of his soul demands he claim something. He had too. And this was the opening. Not some duel with fang and claw. But words, ink and a map… He wished it was fang and claw. This felt more intimidating. ---- Horns bellowed, three long drawn out blows with a sharp tone. He was walking down the hallway, his cape tailing behind as he walked. His gold earrings clacked together, his golden claws peeking out of the pad. He walked with a focused pace. His size makes his servants have to trot to keep peace with his strides. When he was found he was taller than Celestia. In the passing years that gap grew and grew. He was reaching his prime, his mane thick and body built. He had to duck his head down to inter the archway welcoming him to the grand Hall the meeting was to be held in. A pegasus mare with gray stormcloud like fur moved ahead of him to the side. Her voice echoed in the hall. “LORD NIILAAVIN OF HOUSE PLATINUM!” She stomped a back hoof three times, all his servants saying outside the hall did the same and echoed his name. He did not train them to do that, North Wind did that all on her own as his staff's head-master. As the sound died down he walked in and eyed up the table and where Twilight was seated. Then at Cadance. Some Empress. With one glance he knew the Princess held more power in this talk and would be the main target, Cadance second. North Wind shouted again. “LADY JIZARA!” Once again the three stomps sounded, each thundering of hooves followed her name as it was repeated just as many times. It male him swell with pride to hear that as much as his own name. That was his own request for them to treat her name with the same respect of his own. He gave a soft bow for Twilight and Cadance. “Princess Twilight Sparkle, Element of Magic and Princess of Friendship. Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, Empress of the Crystal Empire, Princess of Love.” With that he moved and took his seat atop a truly large pillow. He was pleased to sit atop something clearly made for something of his size. He was more pleased to see the just as big pillow next to him. It was almost comically large for Jizara but he knew she’d do just fine. North Wing spoke up again. “PRINCE BLUEBLOOD OF HOUSE PLATINUM, PRIMUS INTER PARES!” Once again the echoing thunder of three hoof strikes sounded alongside the name being echoed three times. Niil looked over to watch Blueblood enter the hall and take his seat. By paper work, they are legally siblings in a way. And as blood brothers by word go, he was pleased with blueblood. He’d spend a day retailing all the things that pony did to get him where he was now. He was kin, by name as much as niils own feeling of family. He looked back down the table, sitting pride in place at the other end of it looking head on to Twilight. He licked a fang, a nervous tick of his and felt a hoof jab his side and stopped. It was time for the game too began.

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.”

“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.”

“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.”

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.

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.

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.”

“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.

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.

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.

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.

I will do my best to have Nilaavin show up as well, alongsdie Blueblood.

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.

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.”

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.

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.