Cantering across the fields the dappled warrior mutters under his breath cursing himself for being so scattered. The many strange occurances that had happened as of late have been starting to get to him. The answer seemed to elude him and he hated not being able to figure out a solution that would bring them all peace once again. Feeling divided and stretched in every direction the grey tried to hurry along so that he would not miss the meeting altogether. Catching sight of the small group as he breached the top of the hill he allowed his pace to slow as he drew up on the rest of the members. No sooner had he arrived did the wind pick up tossing his mane about as a bad feeling set in. Frowning he cast his silver gaze around to see if anyone else was feeling anything similar. "Do you feel that?" Turning his head down to Kiara as she finally caught up to him he looked to see what her reaction might be. That was when the croaking started... and the deafening chorus of frogs all croaking at once.

From the sky all sorts of green frogs began falling all around smacking against his skin before plummeting to the ground with a sickening plop. Throwing his head back in horror he tossed his head about trying to clear the creatures from his vision. Seconds passed before the downpour seemed to cease and disappear altogether except for the thousands of frogs that had already fallen. Shaking himself he gazed around in bewilderment at the frogs not knowing what to think. "What In The Hell Was That!" He commented aloud to no one in particular.

Kiara was equally baffled as she swatted at the croaking creatures with her paws as they tried to hop away. A low growl of displeasure sounded from her throat as the frogs continued to croak and scatter away from her strikes so not to be gutted by her outstretched claws.

Hearing Rostislav yell out randomly his eyes find him as he wonders what on earth has become of the warrior he used to know. Perhaps he needed to lay off the substance within his flask and try sobering up, maybe then he would make some sort of sense. Was he fit to be considered a captain? Then again Oxy was another peculiar choice in his opinion. A drunkard and a druggie...what was this world coming to?? Keeping his thoughts to himself he could only wonder what would become of him if they both were like this... Turning his attention to Midas and their new Queen the warrior waits until the rest of them finish speaking before he chimes into the conversation. " We have seen other occurances as well. I am sure that you remember the man-eating moss... and now this?" He commented looking to Midas wondering his thoughts on all this. "Something has to be done to protect our family."

Ciceron talks
Ciceron thinks
Kiara speaks