shootin' bullets at the moon

*Kyarst* · 05-12-2015, 02:45 PM

He tried to remember how long ago it had been that Valentine had led the march on Lydovne. It felt like forever, though he knew in reality it was only a few months at best - very nearly a season. He found himself smirking with bloodied lips as she quipped about his mother wanting her eyes back. "Finders keepers," he added on, realizing that this was someone with which he could utilize his sarcasm. His wit was often lost on the majority of wolves he came across. "I do alright with the ladies," he commented idly - delicately avoiding the topic of boys fawning over him for his eyes. The subject had always made him uncomfortable. Ladies, however, he could talk about all day long. "Yours are rather unmistakable as well," he crooned. "But I'm sure you hear that a lot." In all of his feasting he had exposed a rib bone, and without hesitation he dipped his head down and allowed his jaws to grasp it firmly. With fervor he gnawed on the curved bone whilst keeping at least one eye on his companion.

"Kyarst talks,"
"Bryn talks,"

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