Livin' on Love / P
03-19-2013, 09:00 AM
He would lay amongst the brambles and bushes, having hidden himself quite completely save for one side where his face and chest remained like a sphinx. Not a smile or simper lingered on his lips, as he was suddenly very aware of what danger he had put himself in. Body remained still as his mind quivered with thought. He had knowingly and in full awareness of his actions came to the border of a strange pack and let out a cry for one of their royal blood. He knew not Valhalla's mindset, or their appreciation - or lack thereof - of visitors. In fact, if the boy had to venture a guess, he would say that any pack that would allow a female to be lead warrior was certainly very battle-driven and possibly quite hostile with strangers. A frown would taint his lips as the scent of another drifted ahead of his arrival, hinting that a male was ranging in the area. Maverick stiffened and allowed himself to shift forward slightly to see the man as he approached, but the darkness and lack of moonlight due to clouds scarcely allowed it. Finally the form of another came into view, stalking forth and hissing his command. The male could be no older than Maverick himself, and if he was, he was only just so. Russet ears would fold and tail would tuck in submission, slithering forth from his bushes and brambles to reveal himself as no threat. Crouching low to the earth, the boy would offer forth an explanation. I can assure you sire, I mean you and your family no harm. I have come in search of someone, someone I was lucky enough to meet a few days ago. He knew a name was desired, but at this time he felt his surname would certainly see him turned away at once. He had to see her, he'd come this far.. risked this much. Her name is Epiphron Adravendi, He would offer that much more before falling silent, the humdrum of crickets taking over the majority of the sound now. Eyes of acid would drift upward, scanning the sky for signs of daylight. They were present, but not exactly prevalent. If the boy were to guess, he would say that the hour was nearing five in the morning. Light was not yet creeping across the horizon, but a soft glow was beginning to emerge. Perhaps he had not called too early after all. Others would be awakening soon enough, in the next hour or so the entire pack would likely be awake or rousing. The boy's shoulders would slacken slightly, and he would dare to rise just an inch to be more comfortable, ready to crouch lower should the man insist he bow. Maverick knew not the ways of Valhalla, but he had a feeling he was about to learn. Speech, |