06-07-2016, 04:11 PM
Surprisingly the speckled stallion gives the King a serious look, tilting his head to the side as if he's contemplating something. He listens carefully, watching the magma-King's body language, the depth of his stare. He's not necessarily moved by his presence, but he digests the point well enough. He nods respectfully when Killdare finishes. The faces surrounding him matter little but he nods to them as well – perhaps soon they'll be comrades. “Then it's settled. I'll be moving soon and then I'll be back.” He whirls around to trod over the smokey, smoldering earth the the King had just scorched. Plumes of haze curl and dance as he sails through them like a tattered curtain.
He's gone quickly, disappearing passed the border and off into the beyond. He'll collect his women, his family, and get them somewhere closer. He is not fibbing, he will indeed be back, and he will indeed become apart of this pine forest as his ascendant before him. Something about this old wood runs in his veins, it connects to him, the beating heart of the land beats with his own charred heart.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
just a shitty little closing post, beh
feel free to reply or not, either way he's off and he'll be back to pester at a later date
