Preparing a Feast

*Quintus* · (This post was last modified: 04-11-2014, 09:16 AM by Quintus.)

Quintus Nero was never one for being particularly prompt. And truth be told, he'd been rather irritable since arriving in Valhalla -- no, it had been going on much longer than that. He'd decided it was utterly unfair that his parents had been taken from the throne without so much as a fight, and even worse, they had accepted it meekly. Since then,, living alone had been pretty terrible, and joining Valhalla had seemed like a better option.

Even still, it didn't mean he was completely happy here.

He'd promised Erani he would help as a pack hunter, and so when the call for a group hunt rang across the lands, he tried his best to not ignore it. Despite his instinct to instead laze about all day, with no company save his own, and ignore everyone who tried to speak with him. After awhile he found himself rolling onto his belly and pushing himself upright, beginning to saunter toward the group of wolves that had gathered. He was certain none of them knew him yet, unless Erani had told them about him.

A snort left his lips as he drew closer. Not a single one was familiar him. Quintus had never been particularly shy, but he felt a sudden self-consciousness overwhelm him as he padded toward the group quietly. His nose wrinkled a bit as he sat down. "Sorry I'm late," the boy began to drawl on. "Guess I'll be hunting with you guys. I'm Quintus Nero Adravendi-Mathias, by the way." His gaze darted away to the distance, feeling rather awkward among all these strangers.

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