The panther has spent so much of his life with no rhythm or self-appointed tasks that he does not question there would be none appointed to him here. He had never known that type of existence, so he would not miss it now. That he could call this place home is enough. Perhaps one day he would prove himself worthy of it, but for now, he is content to have done at least one thing with his otherwise driftless existence.
If he were more of a conversationalist, he might have asked her questions. Might have been curious about who else calls this place home. But he doesn’t (entirely unsurprising, coming from a stallion who also rarely smiles).
He simply nods once, a brief, sharp bob of his head in acknowledgement of her simple rule. He too keeps to himself, so it would be no hardship to leave the others their privacy. Her next warning catches his attention however. Not because he is terribly curious about the perlino stallion she mentions, but because he is forced to wonder why she had felt the need to mention him. Tilting his head with faint curiosity, he peers at her for a long moment before nodding abruptly once again. “So long as he doesn’t seek me out, I have no reason to speak to him.”
Curiosity aside, he would do as she had asked. Ion does not have enough interest in the dramatics of this kingdom to attempt to ferret out why she had issued such a warning.
Her next question catches him by surprise, though why it would have, he’s not quite sure. He knows there are many who can take multiple forms. Shaking his head, Ion responds slowly, “Only a panther.” He pauses, not certain if he should continue. “The rest of my abilities are… unrelated.”
ion
in the empty of the grave, only distant dreams remain
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