The Dainty Arts
01-02-2014, 12:43 PM
Any remaining hope curdled within the stocky male, birthing a sour taste in his mouth. Impra's tone brokered no room for argument, and he decided it wasn't worth a new set of scars. It was too lazy a day to work it out, so he sighed. "My lady calls, and I must heed," he said sarcastically. He shook pine needles and dirt from his coat, and glared at the tall, porcelain beauty. "After you," he sighed out. He still did not know his way around the King's lands, as he had wanted to stay as out of the way as possible. He wasn't a member of the pack, and as such had been careful to hunt beyond their borders and sleep far away from the others, making sure to stay on his guard at most times. He would not abandon Impra, of course, he was merely waiting for the right time to propose his plan to her, or to her father. That would take quite a bit of planning, he was coming to see. He could admire the King, and the way he ran his Kingdom, but that did not make his job much easier. So he resigned himself to shadowing Impra when he could, and learning all that she couldn't teach him on his own. "Speech," Thoughts, |