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06-28-2016, 12:47 PM
He does not comment on being part of some new regime. That has no appeal to him. He has no interest in battling others for land or anything else really. Though some small part of him reminds him of outlet he has found in sparring with certain individuals. That is different though. No matter how rough a spar becomes, it is different than a challenge with a cause. He had no desire to have any cause but his own.
The invitation itself doesn't really come as a suprise to the white stallion. He cocks one ear towards Ashamin, the other swivelling to listen to the forest around them. There is a subtle tension that has never left his body, life in his muscles that prevents him from being still. He does not shuffle though, as would be his normal attitude. Instead it becomes briefly a slow prance in place, dropping his weight from one front hoof to the other. His hinds stay steady, unmoving. It's not exactly impatience that causes him to fidget but rather a natural instinct to move. More, he likes the feeling of his muscles in action and the impact of his hooves against the earth, even earth as spongy as this.
Did this other think that herds were a product of land? That they required territory? Interesting. Perhaps it was a product of the different places from which they had come. While Seanan had been proud of his land and it's heart, his herd would have survived if they had needed to move elsewhere. If they had any warning-
He shakes his head and his rosy gaze snaps back to Ashamin from where it had wandered. "And what would be required of me, if I were to accept? What binds might I expect as one of the Unbound?"
His voice is light, a touch of humor coloring his words where there hadn't been before. It seems a bit pretentious to him. There is no cooperation without social contracts. If you are not bound by similar social contracts it would make it hard, if not impossible to cooperate. Still, he could use such resources as these. It would do him good to learn more about the land he dwelt in now. He would be here for at least a short while.
The invitation itself doesn't really come as a suprise to the white stallion. He cocks one ear towards Ashamin, the other swivelling to listen to the forest around them. There is a subtle tension that has never left his body, life in his muscles that prevents him from being still. He does not shuffle though, as would be his normal attitude. Instead it becomes briefly a slow prance in place, dropping his weight from one front hoof to the other. His hinds stay steady, unmoving. It's not exactly impatience that causes him to fidget but rather a natural instinct to move. More, he likes the feeling of his muscles in action and the impact of his hooves against the earth, even earth as spongy as this.
Did this other think that herds were a product of land? That they required territory? Interesting. Perhaps it was a product of the different places from which they had come. While Seanan had been proud of his land and it's heart, his herd would have survived if they had needed to move elsewhere. If they had any warning-
He shakes his head and his rosy gaze snaps back to Ashamin from where it had wandered. "And what would be required of me, if I were to accept? What binds might I expect as one of the Unbound?"
His voice is light, a touch of humor coloring his words where there hadn't been before. It seems a bit pretentious to him. There is no cooperation without social contracts. If you are not bound by similar social contracts it would make it hard, if not impossible to cooperate. Still, he could use such resources as these. It would do him good to learn more about the land he dwelt in now. He would be here for at least a short while.
All interactions are go, short of death and permanent crippling.
