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A Knight's lil Flutter



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07-15-2013, 11:59 PM
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Elysia? Not a bad name I suppose. Why does she keep looking at me like that? Is there something on my face? Or is it the scar...? He turned his head slightly to the side, lowering his neck to brush his muzzle against his foreleg before raising himself to look at her again. Ears swiveled around to catch her words. She must not have been able to tell the difference between pack wolves and loners yet...does she not belong to a pack? The Knights nose twitched a little, taking in her scent. No, she didn't smell of pack. No wonder she couldn't tell the difference...Clearing his throat, he turned his deep green gaze to her, he opened his mouth to speak.

"I...I do not claim a pack. I'm a loner, seeking a pack. But I don't know which one I want to go to as of yet...I've been to a couple, Amenti was not to my liking, and Tortuga wasn't either. But...I heard recently, that a different pack has claimed Tortuga. And that the Northern pack had some trouble, not sure what though. I may check it out, I hear Glaciems are one of the fairest of all. And I sure wouldn't mind meeting Gargoyle, he's well known in Alacritis." He replied. He had learned of such events from passing rogues or loners, as well as a random pack wolf on the way.

Craning his neck towards her, he took a few steps forward to stand a foot away. Ears surged forward in interest. "You don't have a pack huh? I can't smell anything on you." He commented briefly. He stood taller then her, then again it was probably normal even though he wasn't too tall himself. He was medium sized, but barely standing on the borderline between medium and large. There were still others that stood taller then he, but he could easily out maneuver them if need be. Gazing at her, he still wondered why she stared at him the way she did. Was his scar? His unruly hair? Always sticking out in different directions, never staying neat when he tried. It seemed to always have a mind of its own, never staying groomed, even when he plastered it with water. The man suddenly felt shy about his appearance, hopefully she didn't think he was a dirty mangy cur. He was far from it.





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