too sick to pray

*Valentine* · 10-15-2014, 08:09 PM

A howl rang out, the promise of a present floating up from Kylar's lips to hang tantalizingly in the air. Sure, it wasn't for him, but with a promise like that, how could he resist? The brute hadn't said 'Cataleya only" and so Valentine's reasoning was that, by neglecting to add a phrase like that, it was the same as saying "I bring goodies and everyone is welcome!". That was his story, anyway, and he was sticking to it.

Upon reaching the brute and his russet prize, Valentine's eyes immediately went to the fae's still form. His brow furrowed. What was this? She was pretty, he'd give her that much, but she smelled quite heavily of pups and that in and of itself was a turn off. Why had Kylar brought his mother a nursing femme? That just seemed so...tasteless.

It was then that the white fae spoke and the cobalt prince's gaze turned towards her. He let his eyes rove over her, scrutinizing her features as he weighed her words. Although she was vaguely familiar looking, he was sure he didn't know her. Her scent clearly marked her as a subordinate and so he assumed, as it usually was in Arcanum, that she was another trophy. She was pretty and unlike the one at Kylar's paws, free of baggage. This he noted.

Her words sent the brute's mind spinning. He turned back to Kylar and quirked a brow, his expression amused. "Hell of a present."

"Speaking" -- Thinking

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