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10-20-2016, 09:35 AM
The Grandchild of the Sun had been waiting, anxiously, excitedly, curiously for the strange horse from the waves to call on them again. So when he did, he was in the air within matter of moments, growing wings struck against the air to carry him toward the Endless Blue with all the fervor he could muster in his skull marked frame. Finally, would they get to see what this Kisamoa wanted of them? and why he could not summon his Grandfather, Aunt and Uncles for aid instead of looking to them. Why did it require a mortals touch instead of the divine? So many questions, and apparently so little time. He's not surprised to see his father there, the imposing boulder of black and white stood with a healthy dose of skepticism on his face. He shared the same reservations as most would, the childish excitement reserved solely for the point of answers at this point, of potential knowledge and for the sake of finding something out. He's not exactly thrilled either, to be faced with a potential bout in the water, he's made for air and fire, not mud and water. Still, if this is what they have to do, he supposed he would have to suck it up. He landed next to his father, cloven hooves soundlessly clawed into the white sands beneath them as he drew himself together. "Apa." Tyrath greeted, pupiless pits decidedly resting on his sire rather than the strange creature, or the woman which has chosen to sidle up beside him. He has no opinion nor clear read upon her save for her appearance and her general stance, but it didn't stop the smear of disdain setting off a small flame within his core. Tyrath's gaze divided between those already offering to help the creature with whatever tasks he had in mind, an invisible brow rose as he went from once face to another. Fanged maw turned downwards after a moment, and his leonine tail gave an irritated flick. "Has he already stated what he wants of us?" He'd kick himself if he had been late, and had already missed some kind of introduction saved for those who had got there first. "talk talk talk" These things I bury inside
to keep away from the light Don't you dare pray for me |
Stands next to @Volterra and talks to him, Tyrath is merely spectating the event!
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