gaza
Yeah… that clover really is kind of awesome. They don’t get stuff like that in the Desert.
Gaza is big, and like Vanquish, he must spend a lot of time eating. With no one in the immediate vicinity, he lowers his heavy head to graze. The grazing quickly turns into a sort of impromptu lawn mowing, and Gaza finds himself taken unawares. Oh man… what did they put in that stuff to make him so unobservant? His head jerks up, last mouthful of grass and all, and he grins sheepishly before quickly chewing and swallowing. Oops.
“Hi there. I’m Gaza. I’m uh, from the Desert. It’s nice to met you.” The young stallion pauses, literally improvising his way through the whole thing. “I suppose I’m here on official business.” Whatever that is - no one had really told him what to say or do. “But also, I’m kind of just exploring. This is a… very green kingdom. It’s lovely.”
His sincerity is apparent, for I’m not entirely sure Gaza has ever lied. There is simply no reason to. He has no ulterior motive, and the way he guzzles down the clover is evidence enough of that. I suppose you could call him a ‘nice, young Jewish man.’
vanquish x yael