bend but don't break

N/A · 07-18-2013, 05:14 PM

She appeared quicker than he'd expected, almost as soon as the growl he'd emitted had tapered off and been forgotten. His tail mirrored her own, dancing between his hocks momentarily. She seemed friendly enough, and her scent was all too familiar. His sparring partner - if she were up to it - was Valhallan. A smile flickered in the corners of his lips, lingering there for but a moment out of politeness alone. Hello, he offered her, with a serious note in his tone. As much as he enjoyed a good conversation, that wasn't what he was looking for on this particular day. She asked him if he was from Seracia. She must've noted his scent. With a nod of his head he answered her. I am, my name is Maverick. His title - as much as he loved to give it - was not necessary here. She was Valhallan, she would know who he was. Besides, it wasn't particularly wise to be giving out such official titles in the battlefield where any vagabond could be listening and lurking in the shadows. Are you here for a spar? She hardly looked as if she was a warrior, with her lithe frame he imagined her to be more of a hunter. However, he wasn't one to underestimate others, and so he tried to imagine what her strengths might be. Speed was probably one, given her small stature and lean muscle mass. He was a bit stockier, as well as generally larger. It seemed as if she might have the upper hand when it came to speed, though he assumed he would have a better understanding of war.

Speech,

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