Tall tales
Virgil
08-22-2021, 12:50 PM
thinking "speech" "others" With the personal offer from the Warlord of direction in the realm of teaching youngsters, there was a glow of warmth building within his chest. This felt like home already, and he would have a leader who saw worth in him. What more could a man ask for? As the Warlord rose to his paws, sapphire eyes meeting his as he loomed a few inches higher once more, he took a half step back and waited for the man to take the lead. Sure enough, the obsidian titan began moving deeper into the territory at a steady pace. “A den is an easy thing to organise, I have a few unclaimed ones hear near the pack central point, otherwise we could dig one out for you in a place of your choosing.” rumbling vocals offered assurance coolly, though the large male quickly cut him a look that bore meeting. Cerulean locked with sapphire, brows pinched together as he took in the intense gaze that demanded full attention and sincerity. “There are a few pretty slaves currently presiding in my pack. These wolves are not to be forced under any circumstances. Flirted with, or taken to your bed with their full desire and agreement to the act, but never forcefully. Understood?” the Warlord didn't growl or snarl, but he certainly let the rich tombre of his voice carry the weight of the consequences without having to utter them. Mephistopheles dipped his head in assent, lashes falling against his cheeks as he dropped his gaze to amplify the impression of his agreement. "Understood, sir." he replied, and followed along silently for a few beats, taking in the sights all around him. "What are your relations to the other packs in the area? I'll admit I haven't flirted with too many borders recently, so I'm unaware of the affiliations that have arisen in my absence." he questioned, attention drifting once more to the Obelisk as they passed by, and then to the various dens and cooking fires that littered the well travelled space. |
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