Perfect. The voice whispers. Jaxon settles his gaze on the Boss, he can sense the anxiety and nervousness that surrounds the pair of stallions. Jaxon contemplates his words carefully before they leave his mouth. "I hav' not been her' long, but I hav' a plan to stir thing' up on these Islands." A smirk touches his dark lips as the words leave his mouth. He had always had a distaste for herd stallions, they have always seem to have an arrogance about them, as if they were so much better then his fellow brothers and him.

If the Islands were anything like his homeland, he felt it was his solemn duty to insure that the herd stallions did not live a quiet existence of just siring offspring. "I wan' to prov' myself to you an' my brothers tha' I am worth' of your respect. I also believ' that we need to gather mor' trinkets, for tradin' purposes." His dark eyes linger on Argento as he waits for what the stallion would say.

You sound so needy, brother. It says. Jaxon's ears bury in his thick tangle of mane as it speaks. He stomps his hoof into the mud, the squish is satisfying to him, at-least it was better than yelling at the voice right at this moment. "I am pledgein' to raid and steal n' the nam' of the Lagoon, n' the nam' of my brothers." He raises his thick head higher on his neck, pride wells deep in his muscled chest.

Jaxon shifts his weight as seconds tick by, even though those seconds felt like eternity at this moment. Would he grant him this? A chance to prove his worth, a chance to steal in the name of the Lagoon.