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03-21-2015, 06:36 PM
He watched with mild interest as Bryn puffed her feathers proudly when the woman complimented her. She certainly had good manners, didn't she? Honestly, half of the time Kyarst found Bryn to be an annoyance, but it seemed like the she-wolf knew how to speak with sugar instead of spice. That was a talent one was born with, and was almost never a learned trick. He had been born with an eloquent tongue thanks to his father, had she been lucky in the same way? Or perhaps hers came from her mother. His own mother had been a fairly decent speaker as well. Curiosity brimmed behind emerald pools as he took in her name, complete with hyphenated surname. There was something to that, though he couldn't claim to know anything of her family personally. "I was born of the North," would be the information he would supply her with after she spoke of finding her family in the Northeast. They had practically been neighbors. His gaze scanned over her facial features before departing from there and sliding down to her single forepaw bracing her against the branch he lay upon. Her paw was stained, as if someone had dipped it in soot. The other three were as well, accenting her limber physique. "Would you like to come up?" The question was innocent enough, though he imagined it would make things easier - surely she couldn't stand there all day. Another option was for him to get down, but where was the fun in that? "Bryn thinks that one might fall." He let loose an airy chuckle, for the reality was - she very well might. "Bryn talks," |
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.