Absit Omen

An eye for an eye. That sounded like a grisly affair. It did, however, sum up their encounter so far. Hopefully this wolf wasn't one to take such sayings literally.


For a moment, Angelus was silent as he studied the creature before him. He took in the bloody marks and really wasn't sure what to make of them, although him himself was coated in cruor, so that wasn't necessarily something to fixate on. After a couple of seconds of calculation, the brute offered up his name. "My name is Angelus."


So this wolf with his gory markings was called Sin. Angelus was beginning to wonder if his name was appropriate. But was it his given name or did he only fancy himself worthy of the title? That was the real question.



He was in luck, huh? Now what the hell did that mean? One eyebrow lifted in a silent question. He wasn't prone to fear, but Sin's certainty gave him pause and it was a heartbeat or two before he ventured his own question. "Is that so?" He wasn't particularly fond of cryptic statements and he liked them even less when they came from a blood-stained stranger. Part of him wondered if he should be concerned although he wasn't quite to that point yet.



"Speech"

He was waiting