When the Day Met the Night

*Isardis* · (This post was last modified: 09-26-2013, 06:23 AM by Isardis.)

He would gaze upon the charcoals bustling form with amusement, the faint desire to pick and prod at his peculiar being deteriorated by the reminder of his choice to serve; being within the albino?s pack meant protection and respect, a barrier from out-siders- any with wisdom wouldn?t dare to invade. If this little oddity could serve his king, could better the well-being of Glaciem?s people, then he had earnt his place among the towered pillars of divine, and his king would stop at nothing to keep his new ?possession? safe, cradled.

Isardis would be addressed somewhat formally, a tradition he would appreciate incessantly; perhaps a subtle reminder of his superiority. So the beast had manners, respect, it was enough to grant him a chance. Not that the angel would have risked losing a number regardless. Renesme would make a brittle attempt to sell her gift, to convince her lord that she had brought him a being of use; Isardis would accept her reasoning, muse bubbling lightly at his lips, ?Oh?? ruby gaze would crawl back to the restless man, ?Your services will be accepted, little charcoal, as Renesme here seems oh so confident in your abilities; you will serve Glaciem and thus be granted the safety of Alacitis? superior kingdom. If you are wise, you will comply. So tell me, do you hold the skills to cure the wounded and aid the whelping? Or will you be but a waste of space??

ooc; sorry for crapness, not the greatest muse ;(

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