Between two evils, always pick the one you have yet to try

It was no perfect day, it was no perfect life, but he was content in himself. Worries were not cast upon his horned head, his thoughts weren't clouded, resting in a clear ease. It was in these days that he wondered, let the land speak to him, while he traveled across it's isles, soaking in all that it had to offer. He had returned recently from patrolling and the threshold. Patrolling allowed an excuse for his constant wandering, that in all actuality was just wandering. Today though, he let the sanctuary of the sands soothe him. The breeze was not too cold, being particularly nice for the coming season. He had not experienced a winter in the throat, the thoughts of snow covering the sand built dunes not easily imagined. Did it snow in the throat of the dragon? Suddenly, Miseal was quite interested for the nearing frostfall.

Turning his attention away from white thoughts, he neared the heart of his home, searching for a certain man of flaming wings. He'd been wanting to discuss some questions and thoughts concerning his rank for quite a while now, but the chromed became distracted by an unexpected child and never tracked down Gaucho. Miseal wanted to know more about what he could do, for he hadn't really seen any meetings with the other spies of the Dragon's throat, nor had he seen the black and crimson. Surely, the Sultan had ideas to unite the sneaks. So with respectful chords he called out for Gaucho, words bellowing across the ever-shifting sands. He stood and waited, golden orbs scanning the desert for the man of copper and fire.



"Talk?"
OCC: Worst intro post writer of the year award goes to me lol @Gaucho

Between two evils, always pick the one you have yet to try

Miseal had waited, he had become a patient man, long ago he could've never said that, but now, he respected the time of the leaders and he knew that it was very limited. He also could relate to the pressures and strangeness of becoming a father. He had heard of the birth of twins, and that had to be quite a lot of work. The chromed had yet to visit Anzaine, but he had plans to do so, it was just taking a bit of time. Just as everything was.

Never did Gaucho come to Miseal without it being some array of dramatic, sandstorms and fire, what was next, a flaming hurricane? Nevertheless, Miseal returned the nod, offering the wildfire the earned gratitude he deserved. Without wasting time, Miseal spoke. He wasn't quite sure what Gaucho thought of the striped stallion, but he would prove himself if the bay found it so necessary. "Thanks for answering" He started, golden's relaxing on the Wildfire's orbs. "I wanted to discuss my rank and what more I could do or offer for the Dragon's Throat. I am at a place where I am very comfortable with dedicating myself wholly to the herd, and I just wanted to know your thoughts on this. I have been keeping up with my tasks, and am ready for more." He said strongly, there was no question to what was Miseal's goal, but he understood to reach such recognition was going to take proving and time, and he was very willing to offer such. As well as the fact that he believed the throat only offered one position, and he would not fight Ghost for it, he just wants to know what more he can do, if anything. "On a side note, I am hoping to get with Ghost to talk about a frostfall meeting or games with our spies, if you are alright with that." He added, sealing his lips then so that Sultan may speak.





"Talk?"
OCC: @Gaucho