that distant shore || meeting 9/1

[J. ADALGAR]

[align=center][glow=grey,2,300] and what's wrong with being confident?[/glow]

They had been leaderless because there had been none who wished to step forward and claim it. Hebi was no leader, and even amung the older clanmates they all skittered around the edges: for most life moved on. Hunting, patrolling, keeping alert and aware. They were all too aware of their own weaness without a leader, and it was with great relief that murmurs of a meeting had been held: hebi apprached the meeting with a grave note, who would pin the burden upon their soldiers? Hebi hummed, lightly when the two-headed creature moved to start the meeting, and they started to speak; hebi didn't break the silence that followed.

A leader who didn't even know their names.

it brought a huff of laughter from him, a sarcastic lilt to the jaguar's features as he looked towards the two headed leader of theirs. for once he didn't hide away- didn't cower under the scars. when he walked towards them it was with a prowl in his gait. wings pulled up to his haunches and away from the floor, he moved away- keeping a distance still but allowed his grin to show; dark- full of promise and approval.

"Jammal Adalgar, but I prefer the name Hebi"