At the edge of your knife
09-03-2016, 06:09 AM
As he approached the rusty-coated male, it became clear to Xephyris that the brute was examining him quite closely, his eyes scanning for something. His own eyes would scan as well, waiting for the male to offer his own name in return. Then it came to him - "Kreft." Xephyris would recognize this name; although he was not as keen on remembering faces, names he could rarely forget, and thus it was easy to put that name to a face. He had shared a pack with this man, for however short a time. It was enough to remember the brute by. After all, Kreft had been the highest ranking fighter of Sonticus at the time, under Arian's rule. A slight smirk began to reach his face, tail swishing just once as memories flooded over him. He could remember moments of tension with Kreft, and Xephyris had certainly felt a great deal of competition, as he'd always aimed to be a high-ranking fighter himself. Nevertheless, that wouldn't cause him to feel hostile now. Years had passed since that time. Instead of hostility, Xeph merely chuckled in a low tone. "Now I can recall," he began with slight amusement in his tone, "You were a fighter in Arian's pack, and I wanted your rank. We lived in Sonticus together." It amused him greatly that this was the case. He hadn't expected to see anyone familiar here at this strange lake, the ice glowing under paw with each step. Perhaps with the plans Xephyris had in mind, it would be best to snag whatever willing and able-bodied warriors he could, so he would see where this interaction led him, and perhaps reach out with an invitation to the home he intended to establish. |
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