It's Hard To Dance With The Devil On Your Faith
07-16-2014, 08:44 PM
ooc; i'm not really sure, to be honest. winter develops himself as i play him. what did you have in mind? Winter did not understand the reason to belong to a pack. Because one, truly, ends up belonging to the pack - a slave to those ranked above him or her. Being demanded to do tasks in which would risk one's life. No, he would prefer to not risk his life for those who would not waste time mourning his death. Giving his life to a government was not on his bucket list. Winter watched her, trying to decode her actions. She would look down at her paws after speaking. Ah, decent - that was an overstatement. Being a slave is never decent. He simply nodded when she spoke other words of her pack life. He sensed discussing her pack was not of much interest. An eyebrow was raised in interest with her next words. A flirtatious tone cooed out to him. The giggle that trailed was nice. Good to see her relaxing. Ladies trailing after him? Perhaps. He did not take time to notice if they were. Though, to spare her feelings he decided that his past love life - leaving his last mate and pups without an ounce of remorse - was not suitable to discuss at the moment. Ah, how he disliked discussing romance. So, instead, he approached the subject jokingly in attempt to continue the good mood. How can they notice me when I blend in so well with the snow? I mean - I'm practically a magician. Now you see me - He stood tall, towering as high as his legs would allow him. Now you don't! He fell quickly to the white terrain. Allowing his belly and held melt upon the ground while stretching out his forelimbs and carefully tucking his hind legs beneath his frame. Speech Thought |