04-12-2020, 07:09 AM
When the icy stallion touched down Chem could immediately tell he is the keeper of the scorched snowlands. A half grin twisted and slant across his dark lips. He nods to him as he comes forward, introducing the Isle and himself. “Chemdog.” he replies with simplicity, his baritone voice easing like cold oil into the frigid breeze. The smells stirred by the gentle winds were a mix of soil, ash, coal, death – and in it, swirled in its middle, is the smell of freshly forming life.
The pair of men stand at almost the same height, their builds thick, sturdy and their posture certainly foreboding to any beta who may approach. There is always something naturally attractive about well-matched warriors standing together, and even more alluring is when they become a team.
“I’d love a tour – and to know the plan for this lot…” he chuckles, gesturing his nose to the scattered populace, though small, it could still be effective, certainly. He’s heard some of what Leilan’s plans may be, but he’s sure most of it is fiction, or embellished, so he waits to hear it straight from the source.
CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall
to the window, to the wall
@[Leilan] <3
