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01-07-2016, 10:29 PM
There seemed to be a busyness that seeped over the Throat today. Miseal had just recently returned from recruitment, the gathering of members catching his attention. As he followed the steps of another, he arrived at the church that he had helped begin building not to long ago. The beast searched for Maren, the winged women who had come up with such an idea. He was disappointed to find the striped was not present, but Miseal came closer anyways, offering his help. After all, if he wanted to be more involved in the herd, things like this were the way to do it. He was proud of his determination, the feeling of believing in something so much felt refreshing and powerful.
The church seemed to be coming along well. The whole idea of it was a strange one, Miseal not really being one of religious belief, but he had no problem extending a hoof in the ground work. There were some recognized faces, but none were present that he really knew. It was a good opportunity for him, he could meet so new faces and aid with the building of Throat property. Golden eyes sought out what he thought seemed to be the leader of this all, a golden and white patched pegasus. "Hello! I am Miseal, I am willing to help with anything you may need." He spoke kindly, regarding the other equines with a small smile. Everyone seemed fast a work, so the chromed too worked, hauling metal as best he could. He did not know his parents, could not remember their faces, but somehow he felt as if they would be proud, and he too felt the same.
"Talk"
OCC: wingless mis
MISAEL
