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Azoth
A certain call tickles him from daydreaming today, his soaring and slumbering interrupted by the voice of something almost dark. The stallion had indeed desired to further implement his skill set into the place he now called home, so either pure curiosity drove him to the sounds of another man's voice or the actual want to become of such sneaks, of such intelligence. Azoth was no brute force, but he did have a way with words, a certain playboy charm and jock confidence had gotten him this far, and he was sure that with a little training, he could be quite the thief.
He traveled on foot, lurking on the outer edges of the gathering until he felt his presence was finally to be made. The black stallion seemed rather off-putting, but Azoth was no stranger to distant minds, and chose to ignore the likes of this man. After all, if he did so chose to become a part of this rank, he could not dislike the very crafter of it all. The other male, Murtagh as he called himself, seemed young, obviously a newer addition to this world. Lastly, Azoth's honey eyes fell upon the mare, he wasn't quite sure what to think of her, but when he appeared from the caresses of the shadows, he offered them all a quiet dip of his head. He then let's his gaze fall upon the black man, "Azoth, new to the Hidden Falls and interested to join under your rankings. Pleased to be of company." He spoke with the ease of confidence, eager to get his hooves wet.
OCC: ew. he is so hard to get into, give me a bit <3
"Talk."
got no reason, got no shame
got no family I can blame
got no family I can blame
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