east end boys and west end girls

Albion very nearly relaxed there in the moonlight, his pale pelt glowing in the moonlight. He truly did look like a ghost moving through the shadow, and more so as he basked in the cool night light. He was patrolling though, however much his mind would wander his senses were on high alert. The youthful Klein could be called anything but lazy, still the master hunter could conceal himself. Albion didn’t expect to be stalked, but was cautious about the intuitive feeling of being watched. Who or what he didn’t know until Saracyn’s voice broke the silence of the night.

Ivory ears perked and his attention swiveled to the grasses where the man sought his attention. His tone more than anything else would be what got under Albion’s pink skin, but his expression and hackles remained in neutrality. The dig at his name was too subtle, since he was in fact albino, he figured it was being used as a slur. He went on, trying harder as he pushed at his secondary position at Avacyn’s side. She was up front with him from the beginning, and even he had doubted what was in store.

However, Avacyn did make him feel much deeper emotions than he had anticipated. She made him feel special despite the man he was looking down on now. ”I am a man of my word.” He returned simply, owing the scarlet brute little more explanation than that. Albion would be amicable because he had no desire to cause Avacyn strife. With the hostility he felt right now it seemed there would need to be words somewhere. Glass blue eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the prince, knowing that couldn’t be the only reason he had been sought out. Obviously Saracyn had not been in total agreement with Avacyn’s desires.

Albion Klein