long, hot summer
03-06-2015, 10:16 PM
His jaws hung open, tongue lolling out in efforts to make panting easier. He could feel himself cooling somewhat due to the tag team effect of his panting and the shade - but already he was dreading having to get up and patrol again. As he was trying to remember why on earth he had chosen a pack in the south, he heard the other man speak. Kyarst had certainly known Mercy was his sister, but he hadn't known that Rhythm was related to the both of them. Knowing he couldn't very well admit to having met Mercy, he chose to comment on Rhythm instead. "Ah, Rhythm. I've met her, she seems great." It was perhaps a vague comment, but it was a compliment nevertheless. He didn't want to seem too into the hare-colored woman, and so he didn't say much on her behalf. "So you're a Destruction, then?" Apparently the Destruction family was nearly as good at procreating as the Armadas were. He nearly chuckled at the thought, but stopped himself at the last second. He cast an emerald eye in the direction of Revenge, noting the differences and similarities between he and Mercy. He kept his eye upon Revenge as he leaned his head forward and down, allowing his chin to rest upon his forepaws. If he was going to take a break from patrolling, he might as well enjoy it. "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.