i'm going to burn this world down in her name with flame and terror
"Eight is most certainly still around." His low toned voice filled the air smoothly as he catches the tail end of their conversation and steps out from the trees and towards the trio. Smiling a small smile of greeting towards Fennick and Gallows, he moves to stand next to the older mare, silently noticing the rounded state of her belly and raising a brow before turning to look at the new face they had all just found. Had it been an appropriate time, Demian would have focused his attention solely on Gallows and wondered aloud whether or not she was quite ancient to be with child.
But instead he chose to keep his mouth shut until a better time came along. After all, they all were here in order to see who this young one was. "Did the rise of the wall wake you?" He had sadly not made it to their little group in time to see Fennick stumble clumsily. He had been working with the dark black stallion in improving his confidence and self esteem, but even Demian had come to understand early on in life that a trait of awkward would always stick with the body it had been born with. Not that it was a bad thing though.
And that wasn't to say he wouldn't of found it slightly amusing. It had always been hard for him to not release a chuckle when he saw others become tipsy turvy while in a rush to get somewhere. It had been one of his biggest faults as a child amongst friends. "I'm Demian, king of the valley. Eight is now our magician and protector and I'm sure one of us could find him for you." He allows his smile to curve at the corners of his lips a bit more to show her he meant no harm. The surrounding air of seriousness, and even the way gallows voice tilted softly he assumed it was best to show the same stance.
But instead he chose to keep his mouth shut until a better time came along. After all, they all were here in order to see who this young one was. "Did the rise of the wall wake you?" He had sadly not made it to their little group in time to see Fennick stumble clumsily. He had been working with the dark black stallion in improving his confidence and self esteem, but even Demian had come to understand early on in life that a trait of awkward would always stick with the body it had been born with. Not that it was a bad thing though.
And that wasn't to say he wouldn't of found it slightly amusing. It had always been hard for him to not release a chuckle when he saw others become tipsy turvy while in a rush to get somewhere. It had been one of his biggest faults as a child amongst friends. "I'm Demian, king of the valley. Eight is now our magician and protector and I'm sure one of us could find him for you." He allows his smile to curve at the corners of his lips a bit more to show her he meant no harm. The surrounding air of seriousness, and even the way gallows voice tilted softly he assumed it was best to show the same stance.
demian; the jaguar king