There is a young stallion that approaches, and even then Onisha can't even fully call him a young stallion, though he seems to be on a good path towards stallionhood. Onisha would have to take a guess that this colt is maybe a little older than a yearling, maybe even two years? Onisha never really was good with age, but that all falls by the wayside as this colt seems to be quite nervous. It does not take long for this unnamed colt to start pacing, moving back and forth, never once really stopping to just stand. The golden stallion is curious about what makes this little guy tick so much and so quickly, as Onisha is based more in draft and warmblood, he's more then eager to just stand calmly. The unnamed boy's words intrigue Onisha even more as a tilted head signals his confusion as to what this boy is talking about. "Another? Late? I was not aware I had an appointment." Onisha's humor might fly over Orhan's head, but there is a small hope his joke will calm down the sweat-slicked boy. However, before he can even state his business, there is a black stallion that comes up to inspect the painted boy, and Onisha has a feeling this is who he was looking for. But again, why Orhan was right still confuses him. Did they think him intruding to claim? No, he did that already, just not here in the Desert.
Finally.
The Gladiator.
What's with this creatures and their intriguing names? Not that Onisha can complain, really, as his own name isn't common, either. But why the "the"? That's like saying The Onisha, granted a gladiator is quite the warrior so maybe it's some weird title in a name? "I think too much." Onisha couldn't help but think to himself as a brief shake of his head help ease the tension that had built in his neck from his constant flow of thoughts. "Okay, why the "the"? I'm curious." Because Onisha can't just stay on track with why he's here. One day this is going to get his gorgeous little ass in trouble, but this seemed like a nice crowd and hardly even aggressive. Though Onisha is sure this stallion can get quite powerful if he needs to. "I live just over there." And with a quick muzzle point behind him, he signals towards the Hills easily and really not even flaunting it. It was a home, he was the leader, that's really all there is to it, there is nothing special about a natural way of life. "I was curious about my neighbors, alliance prospects." Onisha states simply, he's not going to lie and say he just stopped by for a friendly chat. No, he always has reason, though sometimes that reason is oddly retarded, even for Onisha, there is reason none the less.
"The name's Onisha, by the way." There is one thing Onisha ever forgets and that's stating his name, it's almost as if he enjoys flaunting the strange name. Oh-nee-shuh. He has absolutely no idea what the hell his name means, but at least it's just as intriguing as his own beautiful coat, right? Sometimes Onisha gets a little more conceited then he ever truly realizes.
Onisha
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