Machine Made of Flesh

N/A · 05-28-2013, 02:51 PM

Soon the song of another's paws padding against the earth could be heard and ears swiveled forward as his tow-toned gaze watched the land in front of him. Out popped a gray female with crimson markings like the color of his stripe and upon further speculation he took note of the appaloosa-like markings on her legs. She was a strange one, but beautiful in a way. Different was a great word for it, but he was no more normal than she.

She offered him a polite greeting. Head dipped in a soft bow to her in return. Already he was pleased with how she carried herself and how she represented her pack. Already they were making a better impression than Valhalla was. Cairo had degraded him in front of the pack and it would not be forgiven. What was said was childish and Fenrir would never forget. Always remember. Never forgive. That would be his motto. Collision fared no better in his mind and the pack was far more chaotic than even Tortuga. It would fall the shambles and he would sit back and merely watch as they fell to their own destruction. It would be Cairo's fault too. The old man no longer had his respect.

Attention turned back to the female as his head raised and even a ghost of a smile was given.

"Morning Madam. Fenrir Aravice. I've come to seek knowledge about your pack. Possibly join it."

He had almost no doubt she'd answer any and all questions he had. He already could guess what they were like from rumor and how the lady held herself, but he certainly would not jump at the chance to join another pack. He would not make the same mistake he had made with Valhalla. Never again.

Speech,

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