But still you out in these streets, thinking you hot as can be.
Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep.
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean
It had been a while since the Valley king had made his way to the field. The ongoing days of war had drawn his attention away to much more serious matters, only for him to return home and realize the lack of members that filled his kingdom. He still had yet to work on that and he and Elysium seemed to have had the same thought in mind. He could hear the part moth, part equine's voice carry gently over the field as the jaguar spotted stallion walked through the gentle green grasses of spring that filled the fields.
The tips of the grass tickled the underside of his belly, just enough to leave a small smile on his face as he meandered around quietly in search of a newcomer that hadn't yet been swooped up by eager recruiters. It was then he felt his body come into contact with another's, his chest bumping against the well muscled side of the other stallion and with a small jolt of surprise, he finds himself jumping back a step or two.
"Damn, I'm sorry." He shakes his head slightly, empty eye sockets suddenly coming to life as the purple, blue and green flames began to come to life, forming a round pair of eyes. Finally he saw the stallion in the form of flame and smoke, and with a smile he chuckled. "Didn't have my eyes in." His tone is full of amusement as he takes a few more steps back, giving the stallion space before nodding shortly. "I'm Demian, may I ask your name?"
demian.
@[Jedi]