Ain't No Rest For the Wicked
04-07-2018, 02:25 PM
He waited without fear; his head held high and his posture proud. The titan was all business. Half the battle was appearance and if there was one thing he was sure of, he cut an impressive figure. The scars down the side of his face, in his opinion, added to his presence instead of detracting from it. He'd been ill when he'd first met Sparrow and she'd been apprehensive around him then. If he'd made her nervous that day, surely now that he was strong and able to stand at her border with his head held high, she'd really be afraid. He hoped, anyway. Perhaps he could cow her into submission without the need for bloodshed. Politely he dipped his head in greeting. "Sparrow." Just because his goal was to take control of this woman's pack didn't mean he couldn't be civil. Friendly, even if he thought that might get him closer to his goal. He smiled softly, then said, "Indeed they have, thanks to you." "T- to what do I owe this honor?" Alright, then. Straight to business. "Am I right in assuming that by now you've heard of my family?" There was a familiar scent that lingered in the air. It was one he'd never forget. During his father's challenge for Dragoste, one man had stood out. One old, cowardly man. He'd never met a man so yellow and gutless and it was for that reason that Malleus remembered him. That man was here now - or at least he had been. With him he'd hopefully brought the Abraxas message. |