(i.arrival) Lothric was agitated, unsettled and uprooted. Without his elder brother, his unyielding sword, he had to rely on himself. Thankfully, the Divine Miracles and Crystal Soul Sorcery he was capable of performing still held some power here, albeit dampened. Without the elder Prince to carry him, he was going to have to make his own way around. Crippled and cursed to be weakened, all he could do was reach out and put his faith on the kindness of strangers when he happened upon any.

But first; snow. The Prince, upon descent, had enough wits about him to clasp his long, spindly fingers together and perform the miraculous of teleportation. Landing himself still within the snow, just a little more gently than his original descent would have been. The Child of Dragons weighed practially nothing, so he reset softly upon the snow, the swaddling he wore over his ropes made him look like some forlorn remnant let out in the cold. "Ah, dragons again, is it? If only father could witness such a multitude." Mangaing to pull himself along the snowy banks and slide most of the way into the cave, legs usless, unable to cary his lanky, weak body, Lothric expanded his energy once more in a final teleportation, announcing himself in a cone of light and chimes as the book reading Dragons turned their attention to him. He was used to being tutored by The Crystal Sages, so he tutored their equations and tests for a short while, before growing bored and tired.

Flagging down the closest non-dragon lifeform he could see, and asking them for assistance. "You there, fellow Star Child, I believe the creature called us; would you mind terribly? Only the subject of maths interests me, none, I'd rather escape this droll and unusual cave." He reached out with his hand for assistance.

(ii.racing) "I feel this to be some incredulous irony." Prince Lothric muttered as the magic took hold and he felt his body twist and bend, no pain as bones broke and wings formed. He was a Child of Dragons already, though a failed experiment in selective breeding nonetheless. Was the form he would have been granted had he not been crippled and weak? Was this the way his Kingdom would have been reviewed and saved? Oh, the irony indeed.

Before he left the race course, Lothric tried to ask the one who had transformed him what magic they used. How could they create something his people had struggled with for aeons? Yet as he stood there on all four legs, another Star Child must have assumed he was perhaps offering a ride, as they approached with intentions of clinging his lower wings to straddle atop his ridged back. "I beg your pardon, but I am not to be ridden..."

Barbarism, is it not. Pitting us against each other. Who here has the right to say what trials and tribulations we ought to endeavour to endure?
Not that I care at all, should I be expected to participate, I shan't. I've lived and died through cycles of the flame, over and over again. This- all of this, is but a flicker in time, a fever dream, sweet and sickly.
Fret not, Star Children, for soon it will be all over. Of that I assure you.

[ ooc: feel free to toss any scenario at Lothric and I will go with the flow! If you'd like to plot something out first, pm me and I'm sure we can make something work! I haven't decided if he's going to be a familiar yet or not, but I'm leaning towards it! ]