practice makes perfect
09-12-2013, 08:45 PM
He felt that rumble in his bones, that constant urge pressing against the back of his skull. That feeling that his father had keenly, and ever so delicately moved to hatch into a killer. There was a call though, one that he could have been waiting forever for. The dark male made his way across the land in a favorably fashion. There presented in front of him was a female, and heir and kin to the king Isar. How wonderful, his teeth pulled back in what seemed to be a sheepish smile. He wasn't rather lustful, as he was happy to back up muscle on him. A healthy spar among members was a wonderful thing he had yet to experience. "You called, mistress?" Oddity said in a gentleman like tone. The scar across his chest and shoulder ached. He had no problem fighting with a woman, after all, he was sure Isar would want to see how his children did. Just by her scent, and word got around quickly. Though he was to comply to females wishes, after all that was Glaciem who served under the dark angel isar. Speech, |