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04-11-2013, 07:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-11-2013, 07:54 PM by Bronze i.)
It wasn't long before the King arrived, carrying himself with just the right amount of confidence. Bronze would find it hard to deal with a narcissistic Alpha, but how could one follow a leader who completely lacked pride? His brown eyes would silently look over the male, scrutinizing him much more thoroughly than he had when they'd met on the battlefield, in the midst of winter. He was a sizable creature, though was more than half his own age. This factor wouldn't affect his decision to join, as the alpha seemed honorable enough; hopefully he was not young and impulsive, like some leaders could be. "Good morning, Gerhardt," he would reply, dipping his muzzle briefly in simple greeting. He refused to cower before the man, as some might; he stood humbly before him instead, tail flicking gently behind him. The brute seemed pleasant enough, and he was ever-aware of Loccian's presence beside him. Bronze briefly wondered whether Gerhardt realized the healer was in heat, and hoped he did not assume he'd only ventured to Seracia because he wanted to be with her. His intentions were far more honorable than that, though by how much, he wasn't quite sure.. "My name is Bronze... and that was me, yes." He would grin a bit, unsurprised his name had gone unremembered. Their meeting had been brief, after all. "Loccian has convinced me that the Seracia pack might be of interested to me," he gestured towards her with his muzzle, shifting his paws. Surely it was obvious the kind of shape he'd been in recently -- dried herbs clung to his neck and side, and slight fatigue was visible in his stare. "By the way, she is quite an impressive healer. I do hope you realize that." His tones were quite serious as the man's deep voice spilled from his lips; the fact that he enjoyed the female's presence was blatantly obvious as he spoke of Loccian. However, his posture was slightly confusing, something unsurprising for Bronze. The beast had arrived at the border, looking very much as the seasoned warrior he was, his injuries obviously rather new. Bronze would be unsurprised if Gerhardt was wary of him, hesitant to let him in, so close to his family and loved ones. |
