I will always find you [any]

[Killdare]

now im going to reap what i sow

He takes turns looking at the two, glassy green eyes darting back and forth. One, his seeming Kingdom mate, though the panther makes himself scarce more often than not. He shrugs at the panther-cat's jokes, if Atrox felt like eating trespassers, who was he to say no? The other, a new comer, vying for a spot in the army- or so he gathers. A bit of a creep Killdare thinks, but they don't really house many that aren't.

"Killdare." He gives a short introduction, not bothering with any fancy titles. "So the army holds your interests?" Killdare begins, wondering what exactly it was about their army that made him want in. Not to say that their army wasn't the one to join, it most certainly was. But due to recent activity, and questionable new comers, he was more apt to dig a little deeper. He starts to wonder out loud when another panther strolls into the clearing. Killdare does a double take, hard lines pulling at his eyes. The hell was going on? He'd always been leary of magic and this only furthered his distrust of it.

"What a charming little trick," he said unseriously to the colt. The wine colored child coming into shape where there had just been a twin black cat. "I'd appreciate you keep your skin walking to a minimum when it comes to impersonating Chamber members." He looked at the boy, then at the panther. "Is this one yours?" Killdare asks in a gruff voice, pointing his question at Atrox. Then he looks to Arka, as if to say... you sure about this?

Sometimes it was a circus around this place.

KILLDARE

The Dragon Lord & Colonel of the Chamber