Hello, hello again.
08-27-2013, 12:01 AM
Walk | "Talk" | Think It was so hard for him not to grin outright in response to her giggle, just as it was hard not to press a little more firmly into the fur upon her neck. Instead he had to satisfy himself with only that little touch, that little sniff, he had grabbed, otherwise give away that it had hardly been enough. And of the two, he seemed to be holding the stronger sense of self control; to give that away and show that he was on par with Alamea would have ruined the fun he was taking away from all this. Not that he was the only one having fun. If her giggle had meant anything, Rune was sure the little white wolf was quite enjoying herself as well, just perhaps a little more vocally that he was. Which he was even more certain of when another whine slipped free of her muzzle, quiet and impatient and yearning. Another touch, he heard in it, though it could have easily been his own thoughts reflecting through it. But no. Not soon. He had to wait, at least a little while longer, until maybe she would think him unaffected by her, just to tease and torment in a new way from the verbal jabs he had been giving. He was ready to wait by letting their conversation continue, a feat that took a moment before Alamea seemed to realize that the question he had posed had been intended to receive and answer to it. And when he got his answer - stumbled over and hushed in the process - he considered the news. Valhalla. He knew of them, even if he had never truly taken any interest in their pack before. He could still remember the near disaster that had taken place between Tortuga and them back under Desdemona's reign, the incident involving someone's kid betraying information. The details of the events were murky as he had never thought it to be of an interest to him, but he knew well enough to know that the relationships there had been shaky at the time, though he only assumed them to be tolerant under Morphine's rule as she had done nothing yet to upset that balance. "Valhalla," he echoed with a thoughtful nod, shifting his weight back to recline upon his haunches and in the same motion draw a little more distance between them, calculated just to pull that string inside the girl taut. "I remember them," he added, allowing one corner of his lips to rise slightly in a half smirk, "there was talk of a war with them for a little while. But there wasn't one. Now with Morphine running the show..." He could only assume, since their numbers were still so small and in need of growing, that no aggression would be shown on any fronts with the neighboring territories. "We'll see." He paused for a moment, merely observing her with his pale blue eyes before he posed another question, curious considering she had wandered all the way out here and so close to his own home, "How is it there?" |
