I'M NOT SOME BOY THAT YOU CAN SWAY
Perhaps what he was doing would be viewed as cowardly, Rapscallion had betrayed his only friend and even though unintentionally, he dare not return to the Tundra. Instead, he picked at random and that lead him to the Gates. Rapscallion wasn't sure if he was looking for redemption or if he was just bored and needing something to do. When you grow up without any beliefs and are born to keep the bloodline going you aren't typically loved. He wasn't a man of many emotions but he had a hunger to fulfill and he wasn't sure what it was but he was sure it wasn't dethroning a King from a dead kingdom.
He thinks again of Mountain, no homo though.
It is within minutes of his arrival in the Gates that there are assignments given, he pipes up when an attractive female offers her assistance. He knew nothing about the Amazons other than they were an all woman tribe and although he wasn't necessarily curious, he found himself enjoying the warmth. His buckskin coat was thick with winter fur, he was so accustomed to the Tundra that this felt almost suffocating but he enjoyed that feeling. He kept a distance behind Wichita and keep a wider view of potential predators; she was pregnant afterall. He liked to watch from a distance and keep quiet; traveling was no different. He would be the person to put headphones in and listen to a metal track with no facial expression while everyone else sings a top 40's radio hit. That is until the car is stopped and attentiveness is required it comes in two forms; a mare who states the obvious that Wichita isn't from "there" and lastly a mare who seems to have almost appeared without any noise. Rapscallion is perplexed by the dappled mare knowing Wichita's name and her pleasing demeanor; he has never been with a woman or in the presence of one he's so drawn to. Not the time he files away in his mind, his pale green eyes scanning over the area as he approaches closer to Wichita. His muzzle lightly touching her withers, although they have literally just met, he wanted to assure her he was there and not an intruder to the others. When you're alone, you learn to be more cautious...and perhaps growing from a young stallion he's learned diplomacy. "If you weren't sure she wasn't from here, you're certain now I hope," he says without a smile, just a ghostly stare, "I'm Rapscallion. Wichita and I are from the Gates." It is awkward, forced almost because he is not diplomatic and has always only spoken of war and power. His attention is drawn back to Sunday, "I'm sure our assignment is not a rarity; we want to know information about your kingdom. I have never been here or known anyone from here so perhaps my inquiry is for personal gain."
Was Rapscallion flirting? He wasn't sure what that really meant he has always just saw something he wants and taken it. He is wise enough now to know better than to take anything of that nature, he may be an asshole but he's not a rapist.