The Moor

[Tiphon]

We danced with monsters through the night Asil, entirely unaware, is rekindling Tiphon's hope. The Dale has always bee a relatively quiet kingdom. Even before his reign began it struggled with activity. Few remained and those that have are tightly knit into a family. It's a different atmosphere and yet somehow it still stands on shaky legs. Asil is a light at the end of the tunnel, a hope that perhaps that subtle change in the wind means great things for the rolling hills. A smile tugs on Tiphon's golden lips, brightening his face in more welcoming as he closely listens to the stallion's reply. A unique man he is, but not faulted. He wants what many others strive for and offers his skills wherever they may be needed. The angel nods. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Asil. Please, make yourself at home," God knows the Dale needs more among their ranks. "It is all up to you which caste you would prefer to be in, or if you'd like, you can be in both. It's all your call, really." A shrug ripples through his muscular shoulders as he inches forward to breath in the other male before stepping away to open up the kingdom to him. "The Dale happily welcomes you." Tiphon infection and starlace

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