So this is it
05-04-2015, 08:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-04-2015, 11:22 PM by Xephyris.)
As he stayed in place, Xephyris spotted movement on the ship and watched the russet femme maneuver down the ramp. Something about her gait seemed off, yet he couldn't tell exactly what it was. She still seemed graceful in her movements, hiding her ailment well as though she had adapted to it long ago. Glancing over her frame, he took note of the assortment of scars mottling her coat and face. He wondered if she was a great warrior who had conquered many battles, or a poor wolf who had been defeated. When his dark eyes met hers, he saw the depth within her blue gaze. He was curious to see how she would address him - would she flatten him for coming so far into her territory? He knew only the unforgiving wolves he had been raised by, though they weren't without mercy they were certainly harsh. But, he had been raised by their ways, and he knew how to stand his ground; it seemed he would not need that here, not yet.
She approached him with a soft smile and politely informed him of his trespassing. A toothy grin spread across his handsome mug - he knew he was in the wrong, but how boring would it be to stand at the borders like a good little wolf waiting politely for someone to invite him in? "So that's what this pack is called... Sonticus, eh?" his voice came out gruffly but not unfriendly, a mischievous twinkle in his silver eyes, "I knew I had scented a gathering of wolves. Call me a little too bold for stepping in uninvited... but I couldn't resist." The look of amusement was still upon his face, he could be a bit of a trouble-maker but he wasn't here to start a fight. Instead, he wished to be part of a working unit once more, and though he could be selfish, he wanted the satisfaction of being depended upon and providing. He didn't necessarily like the idea of being tied down to the will of others, but at the same time, he didn't see the purpose in wasting his time alone and making his personal struggle more difficult.
"You may find me to be a little challenging at times..." he continued, wondering what her reaction to him would be, "But I'm well trained, I promise, and I could be an asset to your group if you'd have me." His tail waved high behind him, his stance proud and a little boasting. His ears perked, he couldn't wait to hear what words she would choose for him.
She approached him with a soft smile and politely informed him of his trespassing. A toothy grin spread across his handsome mug - he knew he was in the wrong, but how boring would it be to stand at the borders like a good little wolf waiting politely for someone to invite him in? "So that's what this pack is called... Sonticus, eh?" his voice came out gruffly but not unfriendly, a mischievous twinkle in his silver eyes, "I knew I had scented a gathering of wolves. Call me a little too bold for stepping in uninvited... but I couldn't resist." The look of amusement was still upon his face, he could be a bit of a trouble-maker but he wasn't here to start a fight. Instead, he wished to be part of a working unit once more, and though he could be selfish, he wanted the satisfaction of being depended upon and providing. He didn't necessarily like the idea of being tied down to the will of others, but at the same time, he didn't see the purpose in wasting his time alone and making his personal struggle more difficult.
"You may find me to be a little challenging at times..." he continued, wondering what her reaction to him would be, "But I'm well trained, I promise, and I could be an asset to your group if you'd have me." His tail waved high behind him, his stance proud and a little boasting. His ears perked, he couldn't wait to hear what words she would choose for him.