empty space
10-06-2016, 10:01 AM
Sulfuric acid may of burnt the senses of wolves less capable, and yet Pharos is perfectly adapted. He was not wrong in the premonition that there soon would be company, as it seems from the very slate ground they stand upon does a colossal beast materialize. Pharos is undaunted by his size, and rather welcomes the company. That is not to say he outright greets the massive one, however. "It seems you are crazier yet, still." The Abersenthe commends, denoting that the recent activity on this land had been none other than the male before him. He halts in stride to perhaps seek information from this one, eyes of molten gold flickering over their figure.
"Are you someone that makes this place your home?" Grisly tones inquire, strong in essence yet unaccustomed to such brazen use. He is a wolf of little words, above all, and yet the recent encounter of these lands had brought Pharos back into the world of communication. Before he continues, however, his name is provided. It is neither for his benefit or downfall, simply something that the dark wolf deems necessary. "My name is Pharos." First name basis, only. This world is unknown to his lineage; he feels no need to resurrect the iron born just yet.
As the two stand, suspended in conversation, Pharos feels little need to assert his dominance. He is well aware of his own power, and his own capabilities, though trained eyes do note the positioning of Elias' own tail. In accord, he raises his own to roughly the same height: this would leave their standing androgynous so that neither took the dominant position. Unafraid, but not downright insulting.
"Are you someone that makes this place your home?" Grisly tones inquire, strong in essence yet unaccustomed to such brazen use. He is a wolf of little words, above all, and yet the recent encounter of these lands had brought Pharos back into the world of communication. Before he continues, however, his name is provided. It is neither for his benefit or downfall, simply something that the dark wolf deems necessary. "My name is Pharos." First name basis, only. This world is unknown to his lineage; he feels no need to resurrect the iron born just yet.
As the two stand, suspended in conversation, Pharos feels little need to assert his dominance. He is well aware of his own power, and his own capabilities, though trained eyes do note the positioning of Elias' own tail. In accord, he raises his own to roughly the same height: this would leave their standing androgynous so that neither took the dominant position. Unafraid, but not downright insulting.