My sweet monochrome

*Kyarst* · 06-04-2015, 10:52 AM

He knew when he was being looked over, and he knew when his looks were being appreciated. It wasn't something that bothered him, because he'd grown used to it over the course of his life. He knew he wasn't the most unique looking wolf, but he also knew he had a quality about him that most considered handsome and even appealing. It seemed this woman thought the same, or at least that's what he assumed based on the way her eyes ticked over every inch of him. He dipped his head in response to her, unwilling to be so tactless as to ignore her sign of respect. She introduced herself sweetly, eloquently, not unlike he might if he were in the same position. “Kyarst Armada,” he let slip. She had given her name, it was only fitting he give her the same courtesy.

She inquired about the pack, a question he'd never liked receiving because he honestly wasn't sure how much information he ought to give out to a stranger. Still, she had an interest and had directly asked him, it wasn't as if he could shy away now. His haunches dipped to the earth, resting in a comfortable seated position - slightly stiff due to his slowly healing injuries. “Imperium is a generally neutral pack. We're not sunshine and daisies and we're not demons and dragons, we are whoever suits us at the time. We are overwhelmingly militaristic in regards to how our ranks are designed, and much time is spent in training and cultivating whatever your craft may be.” His eyes filtered over her, noting that she was svelte and agile, more skilled for lightweight fighting or perhaps even hunting or healing. “What is your craft, Renhett?” It couldn't hurt to ask, right?

“speak,”

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