Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones [any]

[Killdare]

I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU

The colt stalls, and then offers an answer that Killdare isn't the happiest about. He isn't outright angry but he is disappointed. Nymphetamine was young, a whole life ahead of him, and already he was uncertain. The bay Colonel chewed his bottom lip, fighting back any rash displeasure he might show. Sure he was brawny, formidable, but of the residents in the Chamber he was actually one of the more level-headed subjects.

It's a long pause before he responds, considering his words. Though Killdare is no diplomat himself, he was representing the Chamber, and thought best to remain neutral. "Very well," he nods, his broad head tilting only just in acknowledgement. "Three days young man." A gust of warm air passes through his nose, downward and out. His eyes grow stern similar to a chastising father, and with that he crouches to spring into the air. Mahogany dragon wings lift his mass into the sky, leaving behind the other in a matter of moments.

KILLDARE

Dragon-Winged Tracker Colonel of the Chamber

Um, sorry so short, just wanted to wrap that up to a close ^_^