It was obvious this stranger was confused by his intentions, but he seemed willing to defend himself if need be. It would be a good quality tot rake to the Lagoon with him. Some spunk and defensiveness. Not being afraid of a fight was a great characteristic too. Thranduil was not the best at fighting (not that he has needed to), but he found himself more of the sky sort.
He could be more cunning, a thief. His body was more athletic with the muscles to match. Theab did practice his fighting skills just in case, but he would rather beat someone in a race. Unfortunately that was not one of the Lagoon's challenges. The stallion's response to his nip seemed to be confusion. At least his squeal makes Thranduil think he might strike out, but he does not.
It seems the alluring way he offer the brotherhood seems to intrigue him. Thranduil nods his head as he repeats the word back to him. His grin causes a chain reaction to which Thranduil also grins. "I have claimed you to a place known for gathering stallions. We band together as one unit with a few of us leading the group." He takes a breath. "I am Thranduil de Psychedelic, current Marauder. This means that I am in charge of thieving for the brotherhood."
Now that he thought about it he has not really used his skills. Hasn't even really tried it out yet. He may need to depending on the looming elections. "We stick together as stallions across the isles. We take what we want and fight with the Peak." He chuckles though he knows how nasty that fight has gotten. "When your ready I'll take you to them." Green eyes watch the stranger curiously. He hasn't met a male yet that wasn't intrigued by the Lagoon at some point of their lifespan.
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