I Am the Sickness

N/A · 11-13-2013, 04:45 PM

He looked at the yearling with an air of pride, obviously elated to have his ego stroked, blood and mucus sticking to the edges of his black lips as they curled into a smile. "I'm so glad you think so young man." He simpered. He would be lying if he said he did not find the yearling attractive himself. Such an odd color for a wolf to wear, not unlike his own pelt, and yet he wore it so well, not unlike himself. Red eyes pierced from the sockets of the skull into amethyst pools, as if attempting to see into his soul and tread the darkest corners of his mind. At some point the vital thought crossed his mind that the stranger was too old to make him young again, and he decided that he wouldn't waste his energy on a fight he would most definitely lose. Ruby's searched every corner of the wolf's body, taking in his figure and scent from under the mask. He bowed suddenly, his eyes torn away and shifting to the ground "Grinner. At your service." He purred, rolling his tongue over the "R" in his name. His eyes shot up again, watching the larger wolf and waiting for a proper introduction.

Speech,

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