It Is Written In The Sand
09-21-2015, 03:20 PM
It didn't take long for the flicker of brown among brown to catch his attention. He turned his massive head towards the sight and took in the form of a female wolf. He sniffed the air and realized that he couldn't smell her. I must be upwind of her. He mused silently to himself as she neared him. Though she seemed wary of him her pose held no threat and he continued to sit happily under the sparse shade of strange tree as she approached. He saw no reason to be hostile so his pose was a welcoming one. He noted the head tilt and the curious look she gave him as though he was someone she knew. Ears flicked forward and he watched her closely and took in the sandy colored wolf with the strange white splotch over her eye. He sniffed the air and tried to remember if he'd ever met her before, but he swiftly came to the conclusion that no he had not. He didn't see any flash of recognition on her facial features either. It wasn't until she spoke that he was truly intrigued. "You remind me of someone I know. He smiled softly at this. His family's bloodlines were sure to still be around. His cousins at least, the ones he knew of, had been around the same age as him. He knew Crusade and Cifer were no longer around and he had no earthly idea where Gargoyle and Ocena were, but their offspring were sure to still linger around, if they were still around. It was a hopeful thought, that he was not the last one alive. "I'm Arian Adravendi." He grinned at this and his tail wagged slightly. So she was an Adravendi much like Surreal was. Eos and Syrinx still lingered at the back of his mind but he paid it no mind. This female seemed decent enough for the time being as she sat near him. So long as she remained peaceful he saw no reason to treat her any different. "Creed Ancora. Th' lest of th' old Glaciem members if tha' helps any."He said softly, in the deep rumbling accent of his. "Wha' brings ye this way, lass?" Walk, "Talk" Think |