His muscles had hardened, his golden's had died down from their young blaze and formed into a different sort of fire; one of a boy turned man. His companion, a young black lion, Lazarus was fast asleep on his wide hips, his little black tail swinging as his purr reminded Miseal of his presence. He was completely overjoyed by the new addition to his life, his bonded was a shier creature, more timid in his doings, and Miseal supposed that it balanced his boldness, dulling the man's wildness just a bit.

The Sleuth returned home with his treasure, excited to show those who he had befriended here his newest addition. He too needed to talk to Gaucho about his findings with the outcast group and see the healers for his stiff and sore muscles, his constant spars to be the blame. There was much more to be done of course, especially a meeting with his new sleuth appointment and test stealths needed to be practiced, the beast was overwhelmed to say the least. There was more personal things that the striped needed to do as well, he wanted to see his daughter, oh how he ached to give her the cloak he had stolen for her and to show her the jade dragon he had too obtained. Beyond seeing his daughter, he most definitely wanted to see his Anzanie, but time and duties kept pushing the travel to the edge further and further back. So here he was, taking his sleepy companion and traveling to the church that he had helped build a lot of, wishing to offer his help instead of take care of himself. The Dragon's throat was always first in the chromed's mind.

Upon arriving, the beast's liquid strides stopped short, mouth dropping slightly open as his eyes instantly settled on the splashed mare, her beauty drawing his golden's to her and only her. Anzanie. With a bit more of a pep in his step, the massive stallion cascaded down from the dunes, nodding respect to Cera, the stallion who he had helped build churches with and who he had also engaged in a spar, the winged man was a great opponent and taught Miseal a lot about himself.

He stopped a little closer to Anzanie then respectably normal, but Miseal was indeed a man of jealousy and in the sights of the golden man, he would for sure make his connection with Anzanie known. He turned his head to Anzanie first offering her a smile, a deep longing for her touch alit in his eyes, but there was a time and place for that and even with all of his pain of missing the woman, he respected his boundaries and would aid the woman and man along with their church building. “Cera, how do you fare? I've come to help with the building, if you need such help.” He said politely, turning his head to the lion still asleep on his back, “This is Lazarus, I found him last night.” He said, eyes itching to turn and simply stare at Anzanie, but remaining cool and calm within the eyesight of another.





OCC: um so I wrote this so late it's so gross, but hey Mis is here!
“Talk.”

Misael&&Anzanie

If the heavens ever did speak
she's the last true mouth piece