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05-17-2014, 09:38 PM
Gitan |
Green orbs turned towards an approaching stranger, and he watched with curiosity as the older male walked towards him. There was something vaguely familiar about the male but at such a distance it was near impossible to pick it out. It was only as the man grew closer that the familiarity came into clarity. The unknown male had those unmistakable mis-matched eyes, something Gitan had taken as a hallmark of the Destruction family. Gitan was intrigued to say the least but he didn?t say anything. The stranger offered a greeting and Gitan allowed a friendly smile and giving a nod as he broke his silence. "A good morning indeed." He had to be sure of his suspicions, though he knew that there was only a slim chance he was wrong, still he wasn?t about to ask outright. "I don?t believe we?ve ever met, I am Gitan Gringoire. " He would offer his name with the usual inclination of the head and flourish of his paw, spraying up some water as he did so. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |