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02-08-2014, 05:00 PM
there aren't any words you can say She was going to be an empress, it thrilled him. Tiny notices of his fur would raise slightly, around his hackles. White tipped elbows would move up and his right leg would scratch into the snow slightly. Making large claws to scrape across in a mark. Simply saying, it was a show of fascination. The war lord had been born and raised off of blood, suffering, and forced to eat his emotions whole and still stay elegant. He wasn't above, nor below anyone, he was Etern and Etern was a war lord. Though the thought crossed his mind, would she need help? Green audits would shine without emotions, but ears would fold back half way curiously as if he wondered if she would take insult to that. "I have no doubt you will prove no sayers wrong." he had no doubt, that not only was strength important. But so was state of mine, the same as a wolf who was enraged could not cut fights clearly. One who was upset, could not make decisions simply. That was why he had been trained to keep so calm, a war lord. He had failed once, and he would not do it again. "Do you wish for help when to achieve this goal? I would be able to serve as sub alpha until you find whoever you find suitable to replace me. I am not a very ambitious man, but I cannot deny a beauty her right to rule." his body shifted right wards. The gentleman lowered his cranium like a prince. White paw coming to pettily touch his chest. A sign and significance of trust, perhaps culturally. |