sword-play

She supposed she couldn't complain at the company the male, would offer. He was certainly attractive enough that she couldn't help but to flirt with him. He introduced himself as Archaic, and she mentally contemplated the roots of the name. "I am called Roman, Roman Armada. " She would speak with pride befitting her title, pride befitting the blood that ran through her veins. She would regard him through violet optics as he sat near her, another question quickly leaving her porcelain jaws. "Where do you come from, Archaic? " Did he already hold ties with a pack here? She knew the others though her experiences with them were menial.

Ooc: on tablet, so replies are crap. Didn't want to keep you waiting, though. :/