11-23-2015, 11:49 PM
He found himself brimming with an excitement induced by his choice to follow Magnus. He knew his strengths, and war was one of them. Although he was not as battle-tested and tried as he assumed the other stallion was, he had his own scars from those he had fought in. And never had he lost a battle. He had not an inkling of an idea about the size of this new army, but he knew that strength could make up for numbers. And he had that strength, he knew that. The spoils of war, and the fame that could befall him should he perish, was all to tempting. He could see himself growing power-hungry, easily, if put into an army, but he knew he had to act with self-restraint. There was so much he did not know about this new land, and about those who inhabited it.
Patience.
So instead, he dipped his head to Magnus by way of reply, keeping his thoughts to himself. His eyes had not left the golden ones of the other, and he moved forward, as if a shadow, when the stallion moved in another direction - presumably, towards his new home. He knew it did not promise the ruggedness of the Tundra, but he allowed himself to keep an open mind, for this place would become his home, and he would not deny himself the chance to embrace it. "I am by all means, ready to see this land which I have sworn to protect." Hungry as he was for the exhilarating madness of war, he kept his tone solemn; he was not about to rush in like a fool to a place he had no reference for. A good soldier never ran in unprepared.
And he was a good soldier.
s y d e n
drawn to the things you cannot find