It starts

*Xephyris* · (This post was last modified: 06-03-2016, 09:21 PM by Xephyris.)

Was she losing her patience, or was she keeping it cool? It had started to get hard to tell, even for him. Her tone remained even, although it looked like she was perhaps a little tense. His thick, lengthy tail waved to and fro - he was satisfied with this interaction, and he would try his best not to push his luck with her now. No need to push her over the edge, for he had no desire for this to end in violence if it didn't need to. And truly, it didn't. Although there was a great deal of aggravation, there was no true threat, no real need for bloodshed. And he didn't want to be known amongst his pack mates for fighting with his own, especially his superiors. He was not a rebel, although he might be a little hot-headed and stubborn.

As she spoke, Xephyris would listen intently to the tall, green-coated woman. His interest was piqued, and he found himself leaning in just a little closer. Was she really suggesting to him that he lead the fight training. Pride instantly swelled within him, and he found himself nodding his head, perhaps a little too soon. His mood and train of thought shifted rapidly as she made suggestions - he wasn't sure if she truly meant it, but he would do his best to follow through. Perhaps she was testing him, but her cause didn't matter. Xephyris would take her words seriously. "I shall make arrangements immediately," he rumbled with an odd bit of enthusiasm, "Let's hope I can impress you, m'lady... Zephyra. If you'll excuse me, I'd best get busy..." Silver eyes met her gaze, before he'd dip his head and turn to take leave, pausing only if she wished to say anything more.

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