04-06-2015, 10:35 PM
The air is still very cold, though with spring here it has been slowly warming. It will never be truly warm in the Tundra, but he has grown so accustomed to it he barely notices anymore. The amazon however, must be freezing. He spots her scooting around the borders of her kingdom and curiosity snags at him. There are very few reasons for the warrior woman to be sneaking about rather than calling to them for a meeting. So he decides to follow at a safe distance.
The woman has nothing on him when it comes to ability to blend and hide. He can become invisible after all. For the time being however, he does not resort to using his ability. If she catches him following, then so be it. The jig is up. When he sees her begin to herd the young colt away however, he knows exactly what she is up to. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out. And here he had been thinking they were on friendly terms with the women of the Jungle.
As he approaches the mare, he notes that Errant had also apparently discovered the mare’s actions. He nods briefly to him before turning his attention to the thieving mare. Whatever his differences are with the stallion, on this front they can stand united.
As he stares at the warrior woman, his features are a cold mask, his dark eyes as frigid as the rest of him. As his gaze move from mare to colt and back again, he allows the corners of his mouth to shift into a faint smirk as a hint of amusement bleeds through.
Has the Jungle fallen so far that you must now resort to stealing children?
The woman has nothing on him when it comes to ability to blend and hide. He can become invisible after all. For the time being however, he does not resort to using his ability. If she catches him following, then so be it. The jig is up. When he sees her begin to herd the young colt away however, he knows exactly what she is up to. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out. And here he had been thinking they were on friendly terms with the women of the Jungle.
As he approaches the mare, he notes that Errant had also apparently discovered the mare’s actions. He nods briefly to him before turning his attention to the thieving mare. Whatever his differences are with the stallion, on this front they can stand united.
As he stares at the warrior woman, his features are a cold mask, his dark eyes as frigid as the rest of him. As his gaze move from mare to colt and back again, he allows the corners of his mouth to shift into a faint smirk as a hint of amusement bleeds through.
Has the Jungle fallen so far that you must now resort to stealing children?
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane