what you have been waiting for

The man was not a monster. Just a pleasure hungry boy. The thing between his legs dictated a lot of things. But, that was just because he knew he could get certain females to just quiver at his very sight. His elegant yet strong stature intimidated many. He admired her look, especially her golden bands that she wore around each forpaw. The man eyed her up and down before smiling softly. A name was announded. Athena Armada. The man put her face to the name. He obviosuly knew she was an Armada, her scent was the same as all the Armaga bitches in Glaciem. It was thick of Isardis. But, tainted by another. He did not see a lot of Armada in her. Usually they bore the blacks, blues, greys, reds, and whites. She was very silver and black. It would probably be from her mother, in which he could not pin point. The man nodded slightly as she asked for his name. He only guessed she assumed he was kin as well. The scent of his family was thick on any Armada Wolf. Though, his pelt may have given it away as well. The behemoth let forth his name without a second thought, "Kristoffer Armada, son of Gairale and Sable Eztebe." He was in direct blood to one of the most important Armada men alive. But, he thought of himself a close second.


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