all my friends are heathens

*Steel* · 08-17-2016, 04:23 PM

It was strange to be talked to so... condescendingly? The male he approached was clearly younger than him, though held himself as though he was many years his senior. His reply had not been overly aggressive, but perhaps biting in its simplicity and directness. His nose twitched slightly at his response. "Well, Lykos Ancora, Heir of Ivalice," he'd reply quietly and solemnly, "I'm Steel." Just Steel. No surname, no fancy title. He needed none of those things.

Perhaps he didn't even know who Steel was. His scent was faintly that of Ivalice, though overwhelmingly he knew he smelled of Esarosa. Hopefully that would be enough to convince him.

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