Siberian had been spending his time in between patrols of the Chamber border and tending to his daily needs, on reflecting upon Nymph's words. How he had a choice now, after Zayn's death, whether to become his own master or simply find himself another one. The Budyonny had been on the verge of rejecting this second option, not wanting to pledge himself to some new dominant personality. Yet, he doesn't favor reclaiming complete freedom either. The ebony stallion, possessed of quite a fearsome ability, was a weapon, a soldier. Zayn had taught him that, an early lesson that had lodged itself firmly within his head and heart. What was a weapon without a hand to wield it, what was a soldier with no commander? The decision, then, came easily. He was already a member of the Chamber's army. The Chamber itself, therefore, was his master, in the form of whoever sat atop its throne. So pleased is he with having come to this surprisingly easy decision, that he nearly misses hearing Killdare's summons. Siberian heads towards the fiery tree, in his equine form, at a brisk walk. When he arrives, he is struck with a feeling of guilt at apparently being the last to arrive and catching only bits of what his kingdom mates were saying.
"My apologies for the late arrival. I must have been hibernating again. " He makes a weak attempt at a joke as he looks about at those gathered, faces both familiar and strange. He nickers fondly at the necromancer, his closest friend, bows head and neck low to the magma king in respect and gratitude for the words of promotion, offers a friendly smile to the others assembled, though his expression becomes a bit worried when he notes how much physical discomfort the newly appointed blue General seems to be in with her pregnancy. And then his gaze drifts onto a sight he hadn't expected to see here. His jaw nearly drops open in shock upon seeing Misra here in the Chamber again, especially to hear her claiming sanctuary here. And to see a young colt at her side. What had happened to her, was the coupling that had resulted in her child the reason she was here? The grizzly bear rumbles with displeasure in his head, and he silently agrees with it. If the boy's father had hurt her, he would never do so again. He would protect the pegasus mare and her son, keep them both safe here. He finds himself unable to take his eyes off of her, though he still can't quite figure out why. He keeps his dark ears swiveling though, listening to anything else that is said.
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna