11-24-2015, 02:25 PM
This king was unlike any he had ever seen. Antlers sprouted from his skull, broad and strong, giving him a regality not many equines could ever achieve. His voice was pleasant, very warm, and put him more at ease - this king seemed to embody the feeling of his kingdom, the welcomeness of it. Mast, it seemed his name was, joined their conversation with ease, and he was surprised at the lack of annoyance he felt from the self-invitation. Perhaps it was because he was so kingly. It left something to be admired.
The explanation of the castes was fascinating to him, and he knew he would be drawn to war; he could feel the hunger again, the desire to succeed and be on top, to fight and grow stronger. And if he had to do the more mundane tasks, if he had to recruit and such, in order to rise above the rest, he would work. He would show this king and show Magnus - who's position, he realized, he did not know - that he could be a leader.
"Magnus can testify to the fact I have already promised to fight and serve for this kingdom." He dipped his head towards the winged stallion, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "I will join the war caste, if you will allow, and I will work to be a strong soldier worthy of your kingdom." Swearing fealty did not come hard to him. The words rolled off his tongue, tone giving nothing away, only allowing the strength of his tone and the solemness of his promise.
s y d e n
drawn to the things you cannot find