05-07-2018, 07:51 PM
Drax
Drax was still young, almost a yearling, but he left Ischia and now calls Sylva his home. He heard the whispers of Sylva, the chaos they were planning, the evil that lived in it. Every time he heard of Sylva his heart grew more fond, he knew this was the home for him, the people he was meant to be surrounded with. He left Ischia without a second thought, he left his father, his scared twin brother, all of it.
He was eager to please his king, he hears the pony talking and he heads off into the direction. It was not long that he ran into Morty, but it was the other that surprised him. The ebony stallion carried Ischia's scent, he did not know him personally but the island salt was burried into his pelt. What a better way to show his allegiance to Sylva than in front of an Ischia member? He proudly strolls over to the pair what have we here? he speaks to Morty with a grin on his maw.
He arrived at the perfect time, Morty gives the ebony stag an ultimatum, to join Sylva or being tortured. Drax is honored that the king thinks of him, Drax , to serve as a punishment. His fire is finally paying off, his grin could not grow larger. He slightly hoped the ebony stag would deny the offer so he could burn his first victim, but he also knows that strength is in numbers.
Don't Light My Fire
OOC: just placing him here^^