[ 1 year - 14.3 hh - arabian mutt - gold champagne, star - green eyes - no home ]

As the yearling waited, he took a moment to survey his surroundings. It almost reminded him of Paradise in a way, with the trees and the vines and the pools of water. But in other ways, it had a mystery about it that Paradise didn't. He could smell the other stallions, but didn't see them from here. He heard the answering call first and his ears pricked. His heart started to hammer in his chest as second guesses entered his mind but the colt immediately brushed them aside as foolish. He wasn't in danger here. He was here to be recruited. When the gold splashed stallion came into view, Chronos took in his scarred form with intrigue, vivid green eyes calculating as the older male came closer. He could definitely tell this guy was experienced and held himself like a leader. So did he get the honor of the big guy, himself? Chronos grinned at the thought.

The stallion welcomed him and he dipped his head in acknowledgement, his tail swishing behind him as he looked up at the male. He stood straight and proud, knowing the other was probably trying to decide if he wanted him to stay or not. He wanted to present himself as strong and sure, a viable candidate for the herd. The stallion then gave his name as Cullen and confirmed he was the captain here. A single brow lifted in surprise but Chronos composed himself and dipped his head again, this time with respect to the stallion's rank. "I'm Chronos, son of Dex and Talien." He assumed the stallion probably wouldn't know who they are. It's not like they were very social around the islands. It just seemed polite to say it.

At the gold paint's question, he cleared his throat and spoke. "I used to hear rumors of the lagoon from the place my family called home, Paradise. We lived there for a short time before my parents decided to move to the crossing. Now we've been there a few months and I heard more rumors and decided to check it out. I am turning two in the spring and want some direction in my life. I believe this place can teach me a lot about what it is to be a stallion on the islands. What are your thoughts?" He raised a brow expectantly at the older stallion, even as his green eyes twinkled a bit with mischief. He liked to be forthcoming and his parents often took it as attitude and considered him rude. He felt it was more honest to say exactly what was on his mind. Besides, what was the harm?