05-24-2015, 04:50 PM
Bay overo colt wanders in, recognizing easily the voice of Scorch when she called them. He has grown much since seeing her last, but is confident she will know him. When he approaches the group, his amber eyes glance over everyone present, seeking out the familiar form of his mother whom he so resembles aside from the massive black wings he inherited from his father. Not seeing her yet, he places himself on the outskirts of those assimilated, listening to their Khaleesi and as many new females utter the oath she offers in the name of the Jungle. He smiles, knowing his mother, Malka, and Scorch would be pleased with the activity of their new members. He himself, has contented himself with patrolling the borders when not visiting with his father or hanging out with his mother. He's been a bit of a loner thus far, so isn't too surprised at not recognizing most gathered. However, he does at least know a few of their scents from within the Jungle. He thinks on the rest of what Scorch has said and wonders where he should stand. Naturally, being the son of a warrior, he wonders how good a soldier he himself would make. And Malka, his sweet mother, is good with the words and stands strong by her queen and the sisterhood. Perhaps he might one day make good on the peace side, then? For now, as undecided as he is at this point, he decides to keep quiet and observe the rest.
[So sorry for the crap post. Muse has been fleeting]
[So sorry for the crap post. Muse has been fleeting]