Dance with the Devil
04-05-2013, 07:36 PM
ooc; not a problem, I like third person better, xD He wondered if he was crazy for trying to explain this to her. He wondered if he was even doing it right. Loccian had taught him well, but his memory had never been that great. He pondered these things as - much to his surprise - she turned, went to the plant, and then applied it to her paw just as he'd instructed. When she did not self combust, he assumed he'd told her the right way to do it, and gave himself a smile of approval. Wagging his tail gently, Maverick listened as she told him her name. Xenios, how exotic. She then inquired of his pack, and he quirked a brow. Should he offer it to her? Surely there would be no harm in that. "I hail from the Kingdom of Seracia, along the Southern Ocean." The exact location wasn't necessary for the levity of their conversation, they barely knew each other and certainly didn't need to share coordinates to their homes. "and you?" He tilted his head, taking in a long breath that brought back some of Epiphron's scent. A smile fluttered upon his features as he peered at her with a quirked brow. Lime eyes would meet her own as he thought back to his meeting with the woman, the girl of his dreams - of this he was sure. Xen's scent was not familiar to him, but it did seem to carry the mixed aromas of other wolves. He thought she was a pack wolf for sure, but there was always the chance she was a sociable loner, a vagabond. He found that life intriguing, but would never venture to enjoy it due to his love of his home and family. "speeeeech" |