11-03-2017, 11:40 PM
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
The pliable tree branch sways beneath the weight of the large raven. Dahmer's avian head bobs briefly, tilted to the side to secure a bright turquoise eye on the dark bay stallion and he remains quiet for the time being to allow his newest acquaintance a chance for introductions. The stallion guesses correctly (Offspring is off in Sylva or Nerine, and the rest of the Guard best be fulfilling their assignments) as to which member of Tephra he is addressing and Dahmer grants the bay a terse nod of his head in affirmation, making the thin branch waver beneath him once more.
The Guard. He has needed numbers, especially now that Ledger had become otherwise preoccupied, and he had heard that there may be a few newer residents to their volcanic island. Members who want to prove themselves and whatever expertise they may have. Dahmer is curious of this stallion before him, though he might take some coaxing. A brooding Dahmer can be a fickle creature, after all.
He drops from the branch, his body enlarging and transforming as he does. The black thoroughbred stands there suddenly, the raven gone. His hooves find the earth and his blue eyes regard the other stallion with the same grumpily curious expression. "Alright," he says flatly before his dark lips twist into the smallest of smiles.
"Who should I tell Offspring is now guarding the southern border of Tephra?" he inquires of the bay's name, and offers him a starting assignment to see how he will handle it.
The Guard. He has needed numbers, especially now that Ledger had become otherwise preoccupied, and he had heard that there may be a few newer residents to their volcanic island. Members who want to prove themselves and whatever expertise they may have. Dahmer is curious of this stallion before him, though he might take some coaxing. A brooding Dahmer can be a fickle creature, after all.
He drops from the branch, his body enlarging and transforming as he does. The black thoroughbred stands there suddenly, the raven gone. His hooves find the earth and his blue eyes regard the other stallion with the same grumpily curious expression. "Alright," he says flatly before his dark lips twist into the smallest of smiles.
"Who should I tell Offspring is now guarding the southern border of Tephra?" he inquires of the bay's name, and offers him a starting assignment to see how he will handle it.
Dahmer
@[Krigare]