stine
05-30-2014, 12:43 PM
The man remained pleasant despite her hostilities, and so her defensive would slowly slip away until she stood neutrally, her face still void of any pleasant emotion. Audits stood at attention, listening to man as he spoke. His brother was Isardis? That would make him her uncle. How stranger. The more he spoke, the more it became apparent that he held a distaste for the ivory King, much like most of the land. He would attempt to crack a joke, his posture friendly, it seemed as though he was trying to make a good impression. The woman would recline onto her haunches, still scrutinizing the man that was her uncle. "I find it hard to believe that he let you go without an trouble." Her father seemed to have an issue with hoarding those around him, especially those with the Armada name. Torn ears stood at attention, interested now more than ever. "I won't put my pack mates in danger over my fathers wounded ego." If this man left without the pale mans consent, hell would surely follow. She would not watch her pack mates die over something so ridiculous. WORDS HERE |