Well, that was something you didn’t see every day.
The ground seemed to pulsate beneath the panther’s hooves as if recognizing an old friend, pines turning toward the sound of a drawl that made it warm with remembrance. The Chamber seemed to know him as it did not know Arka, at once bristling with its’ benefactor’s suspicion. Arka, for his part, looked bored – something like a stuffed version of himself, glass eyes hollow and blank, checking out from something he considered a momentary unpleasantry. After a second however he managed a smile that didn’t seem forced so much as foreign to him – something like watching an alien try to imitate common facial expressions.
“No harm meant. I simply gleaned a description of this place from an acquaintance – ‘surrounded by pines’ didn’t give me much to go on in terms of proper protocol.”
In truth, he was something of a viper. He was capable of playing nice but it was best to never turn your back to him.
Turning to the winged stallion that had originally called his attention, he nodded in deference to the knowledge that the borders were closed. As the winged one and the panther conversed, he kept to his own and considered how he would answer as to his intentions for crossing the border. He had – as in most things – not started on the right foot with his transgression, but it was a habit he saw little point in breaking. He had a tendency to ruin things. But he’d heard rumblings across Beqanna that war might be coloring the horizon with its dark-purple bruise – perhaps part of the reason that he’d gravitated to the Chamber above all else.
“My name is Arka. I’m looking to join your army,” he answered simply, unaware he was speaking to one of its highest ranking members.
Arka
whirl the wheel oh father, oh satan, oh sun