11-02-2015, 02:21 PM
Well, Weir seemed to recall fondly that they had allied with the Amazons. He also was aware that sometime in the near future they would partake in friendly events with each other, something to build their skills. He was elated with this information and he saw no reason not to continue with their friendly terms.
It is for such a reason that the red male is ambling slowly towards the Jungle, taking in the array of exotic plant matter. His amber eyes find themselves full to the brim with breathtaking landscape, his ears are filled with the wild calls of the local wildlife. It is really sort of lovely, except its hot and that he's not too keen about. He would manage though, seeing as he was already well on his way and approaching the border. His tosses his russet mane, freeing his neck of the sticky strands and revealing his skin to the light breeze.
A few small monkeys watch him warily from the trees, the shaking of leaves gives them away but Weir makes sure not to stare too long. He had no intentions of spooking the natives but sometimes that can just not be helped. He was sure there were animals that could do the spooking themselves and he did not want to draw their attention by causing a ruckus with primates. He stops just short of the border line, looking around hopefully into the deep emerald city. Perhaps he would be lucky enough to spot a passerby, why besides being polite to wait, he didn't want to get lost. He had never been to the Jungle and so there was no hope he could successfully navigate it without one of the Sisters.
He whinnies loudly in hopes someone is nearby, or at the very least one of the ladies has excellent hearing. "Afternoon warriors," he calls out to no one in particular.
It is for such a reason that the red male is ambling slowly towards the Jungle, taking in the array of exotic plant matter. His amber eyes find themselves full to the brim with breathtaking landscape, his ears are filled with the wild calls of the local wildlife. It is really sort of lovely, except its hot and that he's not too keen about. He would manage though, seeing as he was already well on his way and approaching the border. His tosses his russet mane, freeing his neck of the sticky strands and revealing his skin to the light breeze.
A few small monkeys watch him warily from the trees, the shaking of leaves gives them away but Weir makes sure not to stare too long. He had no intentions of spooking the natives but sometimes that can just not be helped. He was sure there were animals that could do the spooking themselves and he did not want to draw their attention by causing a ruckus with primates. He stops just short of the border line, looking around hopefully into the deep emerald city. Perhaps he would be lucky enough to spot a passerby, why besides being polite to wait, he didn't want to get lost. He had never been to the Jungle and so there was no hope he could successfully navigate it without one of the Sisters.
He whinnies loudly in hopes someone is nearby, or at the very least one of the ladies has excellent hearing. "Afternoon warriors," he calls out to no one in particular.