there's an albatross around your neck
04-14-2014, 12:59 PM
| Altavro Of The Nomads |
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Oh, for the love of everything that was holy! Altavro's eyes practically bugged out of his skull when the female spoke next, and the utter confusion on his features would have surely amused him had it been on any other wolf. "Are you serious?" Altavro huffed, ears flicking irritably as he eyed the female. Had something changed about her? He thought something might have, but Altavro couldn't quite put his paw on it, and he was a little too cranky to really try to figure out what was different. "You were the one who called me Polly!" Though he didn't raise his voice, Altavro was definitely a little grumpier than he had been moments earlier. Still, the wolf took a deep breath, trying to remember that this wolf was potentially crazy - he was feeling distinctly less charitable now that she had decided that the name she had given him was 'strange.' Hmph. He'd have her know that his name was actually a very solid, proper name. Good for a Nomad such as himself. "Altaraverioar or whatever is a pretty weird name too." He grumbled under his breath, eyeing this female balefully. What was she going to call weird next, his pelt? Altavro liked both his pelt and his name, and even though she wasn't calling his actual name weird, Altavro took the comment to heart. |