Graceful Rooms of Alabaster Stone

*Taurig* · 08-24-2013, 12:23 PM

As expected, his presence was easily detected. The young Knight had not taken any precautions to hide his approach. There was no need. He held no ill intentions towards the youth, so why appear as if he did. Though the young lad didn't turn around to face him, Taurig could see that he knew he was here by the slight twitching of his hears, the subtle lowering of his head and raising of his shoulders. If he didn't know any better, this boy had been raised in the art of war. That kind of subtle movement wasn't something just any wolf was accustomed to doing. It came from those who knew that any passerby, no matter how innocent looking they appeared to be, could bring death upon them without a second thought. What exactly had this young man been through if anything at all? Was he just practicing what had most likely drilled into him from a young age? So many questions fired through his mind from a single motion and yet he voiced none, content to observe the youth in silence. But the silence would not last long.

Do you stand because you await a prime moment to attack? Or are you simply another observing wanderer who prefers the silence? The boy was expecting him to attack. Most wolves expected as much from a stranger, but none ever voiced it. This youth was certainly more than he appeared to be. You needn't fear anything from me lad, I wish you no ill will. And yes, in a sense you could call me that. What is your name young man? He would attempt to come off across as polite and non-threatening, his voice a steady rumble as his gaze bore into the youth's shoulders, wondering what the boy looked like but willing to wait for him to reveal himself.

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