Protection Overkill
08-28-2017, 04:03 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-28-2017, 04:04 PM by Diarmuid.)
Though Diarmuid had secretly been slightly irritated at being denied a place in Celestial, he hadn't shown it. If he wasn't going to be allowed to live in the same pack as Domari and Alarik, at least he could hang out near the borders. Not to cross them, though Regulus had offered him visiting rights so long as he gave a call when he was heading over, but merely to keep an eye on things. He wasn't quite sure what he thought of the pack overall yet -- it seemed decent, and Regulus seemed a respectable and capable leader, but he knew he couldn't tell everything by that quick encounter with him, either. He caught wind of someone trailing after him before she arrived. It was a Celestian, by scent, and not anyone he was familiar with. He ignored it while he wandered near the lakeside, a decent distance away. He'd been considering a quick swim, both to quench his thirst and clean off his slightly dirty coat from a hunt earlier, but it seemed her presence would delay him slightly. The sound of approaching footsteps came before her voice, and when she spoke up her voice was loud and almost accusatory. A rare sparkle of amusement shone in his crimson eyes, though his face betrayed nothing but seriousness as he wheeled around and let her close the distance between them. "Do you always issue orders to strangers?" Diarmuid asked, his voice gruff, but not threatening. He raised a single brow as he eyed her, taking a long stride closer to her. She was a fair bit smaller than he was, rather average if he had to assess her build, and her cerulean eyes reminded him abruptly of someone from his past - someone he missed dearly. His heart skipped a beat for a second, though he stood his ground. "And, if you do, do they normally listen?" Diarmuid had stopped, though more out of curiosity than the need to fuel her.. whatever she was doing here. |
