Sub-Zero - The Ashen Gate, Market Square ------> Gate of the Ashen Palace A very exotic stallion walks about the market of The Ashen Gate. Ponies of all races and social classes glance at him in wonder and deep confusion. Everything about this stallion appears foriegn in nature. Majoity of his body is hidden by a simple lightweight armor; it looks similar to that of a shadow asassasin but different. It is mostly black with a contrast of cobalt fabrics. Upon his chest is a platinum medalion with a grand blue sapphire at its core. It may be a signet of nobility... What can be seen of his coat upon his forelegs and around his eyes, his coat is an icy cyan. His eyes are a deeper colour of his coat but very briliant; they almost glow like moonlight off a frozen lake. The strangest thing about this stallion is that he walks about upon his hind legs. This is nearly unheard of. The lone stallion also has this stange cold aura about him, both literally and metaphorically. His eyes seem stern and lack of any emotion. His body seems to emits this very thin frosty mist. Those who walk behind him can feel a erie chill. Eventually he comes upon the destination he seeks, the Imperial Palace. As he approaches the gate he is stopped by a platoon of guards, at least five to six stallions with a mare captain. His cold, foriegn, and intimidating presence causes much suspicion amongst them. [colour=#800080]"HALT! State your name and purpose for approaching the royal and divine grandness of the Imperial Palace!" [/colour]she orders loudly, sword ready to draw. The stallion stands solid and unmoved. His eyes remain cold and lack of any emotion. [colour=#0000CD]"My name and business is of no concern to you... I seek words with your Grandmaster."[/colour] he responds. His voice is as deep and cold as his eyes.[colour=#800080] "How dare you address me in such a manner! You have no authority to make such demands!" [/colour]she roars. She draws her blade and aims it at his heart. He remains unmoved. [colour=#0000CD]"They are not demands, but requests..." [/colour]he replies. Having her draw her blade sparks some anger withing the cold stallion. He looks down to the blade and then back to the mare captain before him. [colour=#0000CD] "It be wise for you to yield... your blood is not needed to be spilled..."[/colour] he says with a hint of arrogance. They stand quietly. The stallion's words actually fill the captain with enough fear for her to hesitate. They continue to stare eachother down...