Build a Bridge and Jump Off It
07-08-2014, 02:16 PM
ooc: sorry short post D:
SWORD as GOLDEN as his H A I R
He was a man of power. With each stride it was bluntly obvious that he had an edge to him. His face was horrible stern without any emotion. Remus was not one for any sort of silliness. The only people who saw the lighter side of him was his children and his brother, at the rarest of times. He did not normally play. The man's life revolved around his family. Everything he did was to better his family. His darling children and lovely nieces and nephews. Remus thought of perhaps even joining a pack, but he could not bring himself to do so. The man was not for others usually. He heard of his nephew, Hades, joining a pack even. One named Valhalla. If worse came to worse the man might consider joining. Yet, for now, his paws carried him along the edge of the Fjord. Golden paws met the ground with ease. His form was mostly obsidian but mixed with a variety of gold and alabaster, adorning his fur perfectly. The Olympian was not very focused, but he was always alert. The man had his ears perked and two colored eyes narrowed. But, as pad falls filled his ears, the boy let a brow raise. He looked up to so a russet and white fae slithering around. He stopped for a moment, to observer. After a good minute, his quite deep voice was emitted into the spring air. "Greetings, young one." He was not for much social situations, but he did not wish to be rude.
"speech" ?
SWORD as GOLDEN as his H A I R
He was a man of power. With each stride it was bluntly obvious that he had an edge to him. His face was horrible stern without any emotion. Remus was not one for any sort of silliness. The only people who saw the lighter side of him was his children and his brother, at the rarest of times. He did not normally play. The man's life revolved around his family. Everything he did was to better his family. His darling children and lovely nieces and nephews. Remus thought of perhaps even joining a pack, but he could not bring himself to do so. The man was not for others usually. He heard of his nephew, Hades, joining a pack even. One named Valhalla. If worse came to worse the man might consider joining. Yet, for now, his paws carried him along the edge of the Fjord. Golden paws met the ground with ease. His form was mostly obsidian but mixed with a variety of gold and alabaster, adorning his fur perfectly. The Olympian was not very focused, but he was always alert. The man had his ears perked and two colored eyes narrowed. But, as pad falls filled his ears, the boy let a brow raise. He looked up to so a russet and white fae slithering around. He stopped for a moment, to observer. After a good minute, his quite deep voice was emitted into the spring air. "Greetings, young one." He was not for much social situations, but he did not wish to be rude.
"speech" ?