Cousin of mine
Pontifiex
The other child seemed to mirror his posture readily, holding herself with confidence and self assurance. Almost immediately, she seemed keen to delve into introductions. "Hello! I am Panic Phantom Klein! Daughter to Hela Klein and cousin to the empress. Who are you?" she all but demanded, and he hesitated for only the briefest moment. Cousin of the Empress? Ah, so she was.. family. He wasn't sure how, specifically, but the Empress was his aunt, and thus he was sure that tied them all together well enough. "Pontifex Abraxas," he declared, though his voice didn't rise with the same gusto that hers did. He wasn't keen on raising his voice, and preferred to keep it at or below a typical speaking volume. "my mother is the Omikuji." he added, if only to match her own declaration of heritage. Though, there wasn't much time for him to attempt to add anything else to his response. Eagerly, his cousin spoke up again "Wanna play???" she asked. The boy looked about, searching for something that might spark an idea in his mind. What were they going to play? Two-toned optics drifted to the snow underfoot, and his own mismatched forepaws. "I know a game, if you want to play." he offered, though he didn't look up to see if she was interested. Slowly, carefully, he dragged a toe through the thin layer of snow before him, forming a three by three grid on the ground in front of him. "We take turns drawing our shapes, and you have to get three in a row to win, but the other wolf can block you with one of their shapes too." he explained carefully, vocals soft and lilting. He had played it a few times with his sisters, and he was comfortable with the rules enough to try and teach someone else if they didn't know. Now, he glanced up to see what the girl might think of his idea. "speech" |
