Judging off of appearances alone, we weren't that different in age, although it would certainly seem that the larger stallion had hit the ground running regards to causing trouble. Where I had taken my time to adjust to the swamp my sire had so rudely dumped me into, the sabino seems to have been born of this mud and mire, navigating it and it's politics with an intrigue I was ill-prepared to match.

As I voiced my request, he seemed to pause and contemplate his answer, though I took some reassurance from the look in his bright green eyes. When he agreed to take me with, I didn't bother hiding the wicked smile that cracked across my lips, nor the eager swish of my dark brown tail. "Deal," I answered with a chuckle, my own eyes alight with the possibilities. Soon, I imagined, I would be just as scarred and impressive as the huge stallion before me and then I wouldn't have to work so hard to command the same amount of space he did.

"I'm Khyber," I replied with a nod of my head. It wasn't exactly deference, but it wasn't exactly not either. I was still figuring out the ranks of the Lagoon and I wasn't really sure where I fell in amongst my brothers, let alone with the man before me. With elections looming and the tension in the Lagoon already growing to a crescendo, I knew it was only a matter of time before things erupted once more. "Were you born here? You seem like you know a lot about the Lagoon already."

OOC: It's very late, I know, I'm sorry!

Stallion - Young Adult - 15.2 - Brown Overo