Twin audits flickered at the sound of her voice, something familiar and daresay comforting to the weathered brute. His own streaked lamps swirled with delight at the sight of her, as well as the sight of his home. That welcomed simper of hers was matched by his own, almost childish in nature. He stood silent, sinews rippling beneath dappled pelt, being the quiet observer for now, the infamous listener that he was. At her last set of words, his dial dipped downwards, chin tucking towards his chest in a sign of respect. Words rumbled from his throat in a haughty purr of masulinity.

It would honor me greatly to call this place my home. Thank you, Moonlight.
A light chuckle escaped those rubbery labrums now at the mention of Firelight, a light shake of his crania given. Oh, the memories that surfaced with the sound of that name. Not to mention the painted female dubbed Sati. Just the very thought of those femmes made his blood boil beneath taught leather pelt.

Then I'm sure we can expect to.. reunite with them soon. No doubt Firelight and her gathering have heard of our return as well. They won't let it go unnoticed.

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Brand Me Al-Damis-Laheeb

Mold Me Seven

Make Me Masculine

Forge Me Arabian

Paint Me Silver

Consider Me Light