FATALISM
01-28-2014, 08:22 PM
Her contemplating thoughts that milled about her mind as she eyed the beautiful landscape were then to interrupted by a man, whom she assumed was none other than the master of Tortuga himself. Her violet eyes would leave the scenery, instead taking in the shape, form and body of the lord. He was older than she, a dark colored male. Scars betrayed his past, speaking of battles and many of them and she wondered how many wars he had seen. The youth regarded him for a moment, giving a slight inclination of her head as he spoke her name, and reclined, coming to rest on the ground and he would go on to ask her what she thought of Tortuga. She would respond, her tone polite but respectful, a greeting softly leaving her jaws. "Deteste, it's a pleasure." In contemplation his inquiry, she'd look away from him for a moment, her violet eyes scanning the land around them. Finally, she would speak again, "Your land is beautiful, though I must admit I know little else of your pack. What kind of home have you set up here, Deteste?" She would talk politely, though she was actually interested in what the dark man had to say. It was true that she knew little of the pack, only what she had heard, which wasn't much. She would be interested in hearing anything he had to say and learning more, not only about him, but his home. Speech, |