The Cross Cloaked in Mists
01-19-2014, 11:59 AM
He would continue on with his name, as she had asked him to. It seemed though slightly that the man would shut down slightly. Her head would tilt to the side as he refrained from saying much else, "They call me Sucre. However... I'm not particularly fond of the name." It seemed like this brute did not enjoy the name he was giving either. Twig went by Twig because.. well she hated her birth name. All of the Black's had nick names they went by, she just happened to use it as her main identity. Her eyes would narrow once again as she digested his words and changed demeanor. Was it he was hiding something from her, was it now he would decide to strike at her after all? Her haunches would coil defensively, if he would make a move at her she was ready to spring away. She would uphold her end of the deal however, and tell him of who it was she was searching for, "Well, Sucre, they're my family. I've become separated from them, and now I need to find them." That was really her only goal in life. She had foregone meals and rest for almost two months searching for the lost Legion. I can talk! |
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