LIKE A SWORD NEEDS A WHETSTONE
09-29-2013, 11:52 PM
| Sephiroth |
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A sigh would escape the silvery lips of the dual toned man. His legs carrying him across battle scarred grounds, taking some distance away from Valhallan grounds. He needed to escape for a bit, the air in his new pack was thick with talk about the upcoming war with the Glaciems...the pack was uneasy, among other feelings. In his mind, however, he thought that if the girl hadn't done whatever it is she did, they wouldn't be in this mess. Risking their lives for unnecessary fights because of a foolish child and the foolishness of a man who couldn't let go of his pride for such a small and insignificant thing. Foolish souls... He had never met a Glaciem wolf before, but were they really all as bad as the one they called Isardis? Just then, a howl would slice through the silence of the fields. His head would turn to locate the sound that seemed to summon living souls to its owners presence, and swiftly he responded. Dual toned eyes fell upon a woman that seemed battle defense ready, but whom it was he did not know. The stranger smelled unfamiliar, the stench of blood coiling around her like a snake. He made his approach, paws trailing silently over the cold ground, the silver bands around his forepaws glinted in the sun as he stopped in front of her. An indifferent but curious look in his two toned eyes as he looked at her. "Good day, what brings you here? Looking for some company?" He had an idea of what she was here for, but perhaps they could talk a bit beforehand. He wasn't sure which pack she belonged to, but he knew she had one. His ears would flick forward, ready to listen. Though he kept himself prepared should she decide to rush him instead of talking. Hopefully though, that wasn't the case just yet. So he remained as neutral as possible, making no indication of offensive or defensive action. Besides, if she did decide to surprise attack him, he would have no trouble in maneuvering around her. He was trained, a specially skilled mercenary. There was nothing he couldn't handle. |