COME TO ME, MY PRETTY
11-20-2014, 02:03 PM
"Mevia... Hurry the fuck up." The behemoth beckons for his little albino puppet, the wolverine trailing slowly behind him as her attention is focused on carrying a small hare within her jaws. Neios had instructed the woman to find a gift for his dear sister, a peace offering that would hopefully rekindle their dying flames. He has not seen either of his sisters since they had gotten separated, and his desire to reunite his family was overwhelming. He has always felt a sense of security when around his siblings, maybe because his father had always been a legend for the three of them to remember. They had been abandoned by their mother at an early age, and they were all they had in this world. He would always ensure his siblings were protected, even if that meant forfeiting his life to ensure theirs went on. After all, who else would he prefer to stand beside him other than another Saxe? He trails dangerously close to the borders of a pack now, he can tell this is pack lands because the stench of territorial urine is overwhelming. His nose crinkles in disgust, and he wonders what leader had convinced his dear sister to join their pack. He comes to a halt just inches from the invisible line that separates rogues from members, and his skull tilts back, and a eerie howl seeps from his circled lips. It is a summon for his dear sister, and her only, but he does not doubt the alpha of these lands will be joining their meeting as well. "Speech" |
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