Heretic Pride
11-20-2018, 12:26 PM
Rhyme was surprised that Tyranis only wished knowledge on his visit, but his features didn’t let it show. He shrugged internally, giving what was mostly common knowledge at that point. Who was archon? Rhyme had never met the man, couldn’t say what he looked like or even what his scent was like. By the time he had arrived in Abaven all traces of him were long gone. He did manage a physical shrug, testament to how much he knew about the wolf. "An Abraxas, I believe." Though Rhyme knew little of the surname and the wolves who carried it. He’d been kept from the general goings on in Boreas for a long time. "I never met the man personally, and couldn’t tell you the dynamic between him and Sparrow." Rhyme hadn’t ever asked, nor did he really care. He’d learned quickly to focus on the present, his past had been rough and he wished not to remember it too clearly, and the future was unpredictable and best not worried over much. |
