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07-07-2021, 02:17 PM
Being such an outwardly expressive wolf as he was, it was impossible for Romulus to hide any of the subtle joy he felt when he saw Lillith smile again and felt her toes curl around his paw. Her posture had begun to relax substantially, so he didn't pull away quite as quickly as he thought he would have to. Instead he gave a thoughtful hum when Lil mentioned how she'd probably end up licking poison ivy or being eaten by predators if she didn't have him around with her.
"Well, I guess that settles in then. We'll just have to be friends so I can always be nearby to make sure you don't do something silly, and you'll be there to make sure your dad doesn't decide to drown me in the ocean." That roguish grin grew on his face. Was he teasing her still? Yes, and he probably always would. But it felt nice to have someone to connect with in this strange new land. Lillith almost made it feel like home. He was blissfully unaware of her father watching them from the doorway until the sound of claws clicking on the stone floor broke the quiet.
Romulus sat up quickly, releasing Lillith's paw as the large dire wolf made his way around the partition to the bed, placing the food down next to them. Ulric's steely gaze didn't go unnoticed by Roman, the boy's ears flicking back, but otherwise showing no timidity or remorse to the larger wolf. If there was one thing Romulus was, it was proud and headstrong. He had nothing to feel guilty for or apologize for, so he would not. "Thank you, sir," he said as he passed a steak over towards Lillith, then helped himself to his own. The taste of freshly cooked meat was a rare treat he seldom got to indulge in, but the speed at which Ulric had prepared it hinted at perhaps this decadence was something commonplace in the grand castle.
As he ate, Roman's eyes shifted between Lillith and Ulric, trying not to lock gazes with the alpha who was staring hard at him, lest he feel he was challenging him. Ulric really was extremely protective of his daughter, and he had to admit, it was quite annoying to feel like he was being scrutinized as some sort of criminal when he'd given the man no reason to be leery of him. Screw it... Not my circus, not my monkeys... Ulric asked him about his name and his family again, something Romulus was all too happy to talk about. "That's right, sir. My family was once a prominent name around Boreas before they left. My grandfather, Tiburtius, was the last of us in these lands. He still lives, just away in another land with the rest of my family." He gave a shrug of his shoulders. "I wanted to travel and see where my family had come from, maybe bring the Armada name back to where it began."
"Romulus Armada"
"Well, I guess that settles in then. We'll just have to be friends so I can always be nearby to make sure you don't do something silly, and you'll be there to make sure your dad doesn't decide to drown me in the ocean." That roguish grin grew on his face. Was he teasing her still? Yes, and he probably always would. But it felt nice to have someone to connect with in this strange new land. Lillith almost made it feel like home. He was blissfully unaware of her father watching them from the doorway until the sound of claws clicking on the stone floor broke the quiet.
Romulus sat up quickly, releasing Lillith's paw as the large dire wolf made his way around the partition to the bed, placing the food down next to them. Ulric's steely gaze didn't go unnoticed by Roman, the boy's ears flicking back, but otherwise showing no timidity or remorse to the larger wolf. If there was one thing Romulus was, it was proud and headstrong. He had nothing to feel guilty for or apologize for, so he would not. "Thank you, sir," he said as he passed a steak over towards Lillith, then helped himself to his own. The taste of freshly cooked meat was a rare treat he seldom got to indulge in, but the speed at which Ulric had prepared it hinted at perhaps this decadence was something commonplace in the grand castle.
As he ate, Roman's eyes shifted between Lillith and Ulric, trying not to lock gazes with the alpha who was staring hard at him, lest he feel he was challenging him. Ulric really was extremely protective of his daughter, and he had to admit, it was quite annoying to feel like he was being scrutinized as some sort of criminal when he'd given the man no reason to be leery of him. Screw it... Not my circus, not my monkeys... Ulric asked him about his name and his family again, something Romulus was all too happy to talk about. "That's right, sir. My family was once a prominent name around Boreas before they left. My grandfather, Tiburtius, was the last of us in these lands. He still lives, just away in another land with the rest of my family." He gave a shrug of his shoulders. "I wanted to travel and see where my family had come from, maybe bring the Armada name back to where it began."
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