i'm coming home
12-05-2014, 09:04 AM
Hell had no fury like a woman scorned, and it didn't take long for that woman to arrive and bite (metaphorically, of course) promptly into his ass. Kyarst gave a snarl in return, eyes narrowing to emerald slits. His tail lashed behind him, mirroring her own, whilst his cranium dipped down into line with his spine almost instinctively. Fucker, she called him, oh how time had changed them both. His lip twisted up into the slightest of smiles as his head raised to a more natural level and voice slithered forth from between pointed jaws. “You always did have the sharpest of tongues, Lysis.” Her voice was smoother, stronger and less delicate than before. Her frame was the same, though she was still a tiny little thing. He took a step closer, testing the limits of her anger, as she chastised him for leaving her. “It wasn't personal. I left Roman too and she's being positively civil about it.” He took another step, finishing it with his left forepaw suspended in the air. It was a quirk he had taken up sometime in his wandering, and truthfully was not quite aware of it. His breath hung in the air in a gentle fog oozing from his nostrils as he watched her, his features softening ever so slightly. Voice lowered as he uttered a query in her direction. “Am I to be presumed guilty without first offering an alibi?” His head cocked to the right a few degrees as the question fluttered delicately in the air. He heard then Roman answer his questions, letting him know that the three nearest relatives he had were all nowhere to be found. He suspected his parents might be dead - the odds of it were too high to believe otherwise. But his brother.. gods knew where that puzzling creature could be. Roman then excused herself, offering them both a home in Regium and the promise of a future. He twisted his gaze in her direction, nodding once and offering forth a short reply. “Goodbye, Roman. I'll see you again.” He lingered on her figure for a moment more before snapping his neck back toward Lysis, still on guard. “Lysis,” he murmured, this time softer than before and as close to pleading as the fallen prince could get. If there was any relationship he cared about at all, it was the one he had with her. “speak,” |
Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.