Hopeful Valley.

Onyx hued nails dig into the familiar terra, almost inaudible due to their softness in nature. Slender poles swing in sync, quadroped taking careful, calculated steps; wouldn't want to make a fool of ourselves on our first day of school, would we? An ashen, weathered, dappled pelt strewn taught over a lanky frame of bonework -- familiar to some, new to others. Paper-thin nares flared and allowed chest to expand with a vast array of scents, both new and old. Neckline was slanted gracefully, head held high with the pride of one with royal blood searing through his veins; maybe former royal blood? Soft amber-and-ocean streaked lamps scanned the place for any sign of something familiar.. something comforting. So far, not the scent nor the sight of a figure he recognized.

Be patient, old man, be patient.

Raven banner lashed at haunches in an idle motion, general movement of the general himself being fluid, relaxed. This was his home after all. Steps haulted and dial turned to take one last glance at the setting sun behind him, silken plume dancing about his neckline as the breeze came out to play.

He had to admit, it was good to be home.

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Brand Me Al-Damis-Laheeb

Mold Me Seven

Make Me Masculine

Forge Me Arabian

Paint Me Silver

Consider Me Light