Bring It Back
10-17-2013, 02:04 AM
The storm was beginning to calm down just a tad, the howling of the wind having died off, though the pelting rain and cracking thunder could still be seen and heard. The blinding rage that been roaring through his system only moments ago now began to cool with the chilled water that assaulted his massive frame. Nickolai it seemed, had managed to calm the man with his very presence. He was by no means not going to attack her, but that was only if she came to close. His efforts to go after her had ceased; clearly they were futile and he didn't want to be running around like fool after someone he wouldn't be able to sink his fangs into right away. His warning was heeded and she would remain where she was, sighing as she shook her head from side to side. My offer still stands. Seek me out in the north if you wish to speak. Now that his rage wasn't completely blinding him and his sight was back to normal, the woman's words took root. Contract. What the hell did she mean by a contract? And then she began to move away, back in the direction that she came. Wait. Demyan would call out to the woman in his low rumbling bass, waiting until she had stopped and turned back to face him before voicing his question. What do you mean a contract? He was by no means agreeing or saying that he was considering accepting her offer, he just wanted to know what exactly she had in mind. Nickolai glanced up at his companion before looking to the woman, spotted tail flicking idly at his heels. Talk like this |