broken like me

*Diarmuid* · 01-15-2018, 01:53 PM

His mood wasn't even intentional - it was simply how he was when not in the presence of the Xanilovs. Diarmuid had always been a slightly broody wolf, even as a child, a bit more somber and serious than his littermates. The perfect candidate for a foot soldier for the Xanilovs, though his perseverance and dedication proved him worthy of the title of Guard rather than mere soldier. Being upbeat wasn't exactly in his nature.. especially in the face of a stranger. A stranger who had already proved herself a bit odd and flighty during their first meeting.

At least her proclamation earned a chuckle, even if it was forced. "Alright then, big tough girl. Who needs my advice anyway?" A hint of a smile, rare but genuine, touched his lips. She sure was fierce - weird, too, but she had a tenacity he couldn't deny, which was a rarity in wolves he met these days, it seemed.

Agria explained she got lost sometimes. He wasn't the greatest at reading wolves, but he had a feeling that she didn't mean lost in the directional sense of the word. But maybe something a bit less concrete. Lost mentally, or perhaps just lost in purpose? Now, that was something he could relate to. Diarmuid simply nodded to her admission, figuring if she wanted to further elaborate, she would do so without him needing to assist her. "Not looking for anything in particular. Just scoping out the terrain. Getting tired of seeing so much tan in the desert - needed a change of scenery for awhile."

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