toe out of line
02-16-2014, 08:53 PM
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like no king was before Blunt was perhaps the best word to describe the words she expressed, amusingly blunt. A chuckle twisted from his trachea, echoing into the air wholeheartedly. It felt good to laugh. "I can assure you I would not have preferred that way either," Hauling his dead bodice out of the territory didn't seem like a fun task - especially for him. He could scarcely imagine the idea of not returning safely to Epiphron, to his family. She quickly told him to stay and he would oblige her, pleased to have met someone with an ounce of courtesy. At one time Seracia had been that way - not anymore. Perhaps he'd had a paw in that, he couldn't venture a guess. She would ask his name, commenting on keeping her debts in line. "It is Maverick Tahir-Mathias of the Kingdom Seracia at your debt, Lady Raisa." He would then recall that she called her throne 'Ebony'. Curious. "Ebony.. I have heard naught a whisper of your pack. Would it be far too imposing of me to inquire about it further?" His tongue seemed to have returned to the proper speaking of a King, though the crown had long since fallen from his head. The idea of another kingdom-based pack in Alacritia intrigued him, excited him. Though he noted the mild air of weariness in her voice, he would not note it - she had every right to feel tired after saving his life in the heat of the day. {Table coded by Lu} |