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From on high, Arakh spies the crowd gathering. His curiosity is immediately piqued and he angles his wings carefully around to aim him towards the ground, utilising the pinpoint precision born of hours of training. He lands heavily, his wings folding immediately against his sides and his mane ruffling heartily in the gentle breeze. The great creature is frightening, yes, but not overly so. And the egg....the egg. There is an allure to it that Arakh doesn't quite understand, but he knows that it is something he wants. He knows that the thing inside has potential, has the ability to be his. Mother has her Dominus, Oizys has her Ker, even his father had his phoenix and his snake...there's something primal about bonding that has always appealed to him, and he feels his heartbeat increase with anticipation. There's already a large crowd gathered, and he knows that competition will be high for this particular egg. Still, God loves a trier, and the colt decides to give it his best shot. He spies his brother Theo nearby and offers the pale boy a wide smile, before returning his attention to the creature guarding the egg. He is quite sure that it will demand they carry out a task to ascertain their suitability to bond to such an egg, and Arakh solemnly shuffles his wings and prepares himself for whatever will be asked of him. _____ Arakh is seeking a griffin. one refusal |
[ ARAKH ]
