.:|TITHE|:.

Dark gaze eyed Psych almost warily when Tithe was welcomed to his future home. He looked over the tepid water of the Lagoon, slowly stepping over the border and into the territory. His nose dropped to the ground and he kicked at the dirt. The scents and sights around him were so vastly different than what he knew he had trouble contemplating it. The air was so much warmer, the feeling of it damp. He could feel the moisture of the swamps settling on his coat. Compared to the crisp and dry cold of Tinuvel it was weighty and suffocating. It took all his young self control to keep himself from shifting under the suppression, showing how this place made him feel unbalanced. From the moments he was in the Lagoon is both strengthened and rusted his armor.

”It’s...temperate.” He replied to Psych, not knowing any other word to describe this place, or how he was feeling towards it. Within him he had a disinclination to lie, but he was not going to say how much he already missed the home he had not even left yet. He was being sent here for a reason, with every passing moment he struggled to keep his mind on that.

Tithe’s head swung to Gravewolf, his ears tuned into him in interest. It was another young colt who had just come to find this place was his new ‘home’. He seemed just as pleased about where he had found himself as Tithe was. The little colt felt bad for the spotted paint. He understood that, in this moment, he had the choice to be there. Gravewolf did not. In a few seasons he knew they would possibly be brothers.

”Well met, Gravewolf, and Psych.” He used the wording of warriors his mother had taught him. Words of respect between those who fought and stood together. Once more his attention shifted to Psychedelic.

‘Bachelor boot camp’ and ‘herd stallion’ were not what the words that had been driven into his goals, but he was not about to share that with the two before him.

”Is that what this place is known for?” He asked, looking between the two of them. He looked over at Gravewolf, curious about the other young male’s thoughts on this place. ”Learning to be a herd stallion?” It was not the story his mother had told him. He wondered if Nephilim had been through here and if this is what drove him to be a herd stallion. He wondered what all of this meant, he wondered where he would fall into place.