There was nothing left that he could think or do, his body was restless and he hated this.every ounce of his form was pushing him to rush her, to rush her after the seal was broken and shift. To run away. No more masters. No more slavery. He wanted to feel the ground underneath his hooves... The wind in his mane... Gusted breath of wind against his pelt. All of it. He could feel his heart, beating against his chest. Throbbing. Threatening to break free of the meaty cell he called his body. The wild soul pent up for so long... Every master had been a male... This was a female.<br/><br/>Fragile. Weak. Dainty... Beautiful... Wait what?!<br/><br/>Ro'tolek snorted out a hot burst of air from his nostrils, such copious thoughts. His eyes glanced to the door. As his adrenaline rushed through him, the snotty Butler he didn't seem to care for was gone. Seemed he slipped put while he fought the wild thoughts... Lifting his hand he curled his fingers over the fabric near the hood and clasp. A tug, rough but controled, took the white cloak off him in a single raise. Pulling it over his head like a flag and swing upon the curvature of the couch. It was too white. Too pure.<br/><br/>This movement had been fluid. Sudden. The sound of the cloak floating by force through the air was not like a snap but a subtle slap once set upon the couch. His muscle structure even rippled a bit with the movement of his arm.  The fabric wrapped over the back of the couch in a gentle hug as the unicorn gazed at her. Upon his forehead, the mark throbbed once more.<br/><br/>The mark itself glittered and morphed into the light. Dancing to an illusion set by the gold hues as the male spoke, "Rydia? Fitting name for a fine mare." He said glancing to the books. Walking over to them as he snorted, " Does that man... Always smell like a rat?" He asked. Nearly half adding a demanding tone to his voice, "He reminds me of someone I once knew." Ro'tolek had a cold tone.<br/><br/>Even so, it seemed to make his statue... More mysterious.