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[Errant]

when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth Errant has not recruited in a very long time. It is not that he does not enjoy the task (he is a social creature, with all the necessary skills), simply that he has had no reason to. He has let the Tundra manage without him, and emerged only recently to see what havoc has been wreaked up on it. The presence of two suns had only caused physical damage; the rule of king Mountain will cause utter destruction. The present state of limbo in their kingdom leaves him hesitant to bring new members into the fold, but Errant does not feel that the kingdom deserves to perish simply because they have not yet made their move. So he comes to the field, a medium sized black stallion with heavy scars and bright grey eyes. He does not look at the women for long, and instead seeks out stallions. He is searching for new brothers, after all, and while women serve a purpose the Tundra has no need for them. The spots are what catch his eye. Not the purple of them, simply the spots themselves, but as he approaches the stallion Errant can find no obvious marker of kin in him. So perhaps those spots did not originate from his Lea; this stallion isn’t family. Errant approaches anyway, because the stallion is young and bright eyed, and he returns the friendly smile with one of his own. “Hello. I’m Errant.” He bobs his head, a little polite greeting, and then adds, “I’m here looking for potential new members of the Tundra’s brother hood. Does that interest you at all?” Best to find out early, he’s always thought. There’s no point recruiting a stallion and then having them leave when they discover that female company is few and far between. There are a handful of female residents and brothers are permitted to associate with whomever they want, of course, but they do not live side-by-side with mares the way that the six main kingdoms do. e r r a n t no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl home to her