turn a bad boy into a believer
12-19-2022, 10:51 PM
Gabriel wasn't the type to eagerly bounce a conversation back and forth, so comments based on his replies were often left to the wind and his half-lidded eyes were void of any discernable reaction. Most unusual, even for the most stoic of wolves whom were used to living in social pack settings. So when the man mentioned his companion was a Howler Monkey, a most interesting species and one the angel himself remembered at some point in his lifetime, he nodded simply. He really did have a fascination for a sheer variety of organisms in this mortal plane, something that wasn't a feature of his birth-home. It was pale, bright, just like his pelt and the pelts of his mother and father and brothers and sisters. They all looked the same, thus, he realized he was seeing so much more color and unique flora and fauna than he ever had. Even if he already knew what they all were, in some sense. The dark-pelted man continued to introduce himself as Grimshaw. An interesting name, befitting the massive male. All the more intriguing, and his tilted his head ever so slightly, as if he was trying to study the man's features. He likely wasn't being super subtle about it - it was clear the angel-like man was not accustomed to being around other wolves, at least in a long time. He also mentioned his rank - compared to the Warlord, he was a Gladiator himself. Gladiators, Gabe vaguely recalled, were fearless warriors themselves, but he supposed of a different kind than one would consider a 'normal' warrior like him to be. Though considering his family, they weren't normal at all. How could pale-winged, courageous wolves of the skies be considered generic? But he lost them all, and was himself doomed to remain wingless. He was beneath this man, he knew that. In both rank and skill. "Nice to meet you, Grimshaw. You must be fearless to be a Gladiator," Gabriel said simply, his ruby eyes flickering up at Grimshaw's face. He knew little of the marketplace - he could weave decent baskets himself, but whether this was a trade the pack would consider useful was another story. Right now, his eyes were studying the man inside and out, all within a rather unexpressive face. He really didn't show much - it was as if he was seeing everything for the first time, yet had already been here before. A rather strange case of deja-vu. He then paused, only glancing away to see the expanse of the beach around them. It wasn't really a custom for wolves to bring a singular person to a more secluded area of a territory unless they wanted to do something. Seeing as Grimshaw was a fierce warrior himself, that he could tell if nothing else - he took a guess at the man's intentions. "You brought me here to test my skills. Is that correct?" Gabriel inquired, his voice void of any discernable emotion, yet soft and whispered in such a way that it could send chills down one's spine. His social skills were strange, off-putting, as was his way of speaking. He noticed this in the few loners he interacted with while he wandered - wings burnt into his back, cloak covering his greatest flaw and a golden sword the only remainder of his family he had left to bear. He pulled out the sword itself, a hefty thing that appeared to be made of solid gold. But despite his slim build, he held it in his maw with the precision of someone born and raised to wield it. He lowered his body ever so slightly, forelegs shoulder-width apart. At attention and ready to spar. He was a man of few words and Grim appeared to be similar, so why not get to know each other this way? Gabriel vs Grimshaw for Spar Round 0/? Age: Over 1 year Size: Large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: Gold, Double-Edged Sword Defensive Battle Accessory: Santa Coat Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual |