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My smirk can kill, Being a devil is in my blood
Misael occasionally asked questions about the structure of the herd but he kept to himself most of the journey to the Falls. He soaked in the scenery around him and was careful with the footing as Rostislav had warned him. Sometimes he would slip and his hindquarters would end up underneath his chest, but overall he kept his ground. "Thanks Chief, being large is a burden." Misael chuckled, continuing to keep his eyes on the path around him. He was glad that he had been warned, for Misael could be rather clumsy with his large body and weight to keep track of. While they traveled Misael constantly swung his head side to side to lock in as much information and knowledge of his surroundings as possible. He hated being new, so the quicker he adjusted to the new lands the better off he would feel inhabiting them. Misael paused from his studies of Helovia when the abrupt sound of barking? filled his thoughts. His guess was answered when a dog looking creature came frolicking through the slippery rocks and brush. He watched as Rostislav greeted the creature like a friend, something that he had never witnessed before. This island, he realized, was like no other. Nothing would ever be the same, and many things would likely be different. The creature was given a name as well, Damaris, a hellhound? Another thing that Misael was foreign to. The horned stallion lowered his head and regarded the animal with a bob of his crowned cranium. "What an interesting animal you have associated yourself with. Makes me want one of my own." He said with a humorous tone, maybe he could obtain one someday, that is if he ever understood the ways of Helovia. He refocused his attention as Rostislav asked him what he might wish to do in his new installment. It was a question that was easily answered, a master of masks would prosper with the work of spies and sleuths. "Ah yes, I feel as if I could be useful in the work of spies and shadows, myself being nicely skilled with the work of manipulation and creeping." Misael said in his best attempt to not sound like he has lost his sanity. He simply was good at being a spy, perhaps the way he said it was not such a positive way to represent himself. He shrugged mentally 'oh,well' if they needed positions, they would take him. If they didn't he'd find someone else who would. It was simple. |
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Rostislav 1 Other Herds 0 [welcoming] - by Rostislav - 03-27-2015, 12:56 AM
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