Another impish grin twisted rubbery labrums ever towards the skies. Amber streaked oceanic hues flickered towards the figure of another femme that approached. Twin audits perked, waking from their gentle slumber in a bed of silken tresses. A faint memory of the first time he approached these lands bubbled up from below the surface, as well as the faint memory of this well-known female. A dip of his crania was given in respect to her, silence settling over the brute as he listened to her speak. A light snort escaped paper-thins at the mention of Firelight's plot, a light shake of his dial offered, a gentle sweeping motion. Obviously he was not too shaken, nor surprised in the slightest. His attention bounded back to the ashen femme known as Moonlight and a gentle murmer bubbled from lips in acknowledgement. It was then he gave his own humble words, rolling from those labrums like water itself.

Whatever it is she may be plotting, it's no matter. We have many heads already, and strong ones at that; I'm sure more are soon to come.

He had faced the hellish femme before, and he sure as hell wasn't afraid to do it again.

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Brand Me Al-Damis-Laheeb

Mold Me Seven

Make Me Masculine

Forge Me Arabian

Paint Me Silver

Consider Me Light