Deliver Us From Evil

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His talking, or lack thereof, was only customary. Syrinx was, by nature, a quiet man that saw little in speech, and most of what life had to offer being offered in actions. He was exactly that character. Nose wrinkled as his sister spoke her questions to the vagabond female and he turned his head towards her more sharply, his skull rising in wonderment to the little babe, ?Do we get to know your name...ooooooor? I?m Syrinx, heir,? he was quick, to the point and indifferent as to the musings at hand. Muscular thighs would twist to go towards the ground and the hellion would offer nothing further except a sharp gaze of scrutiny. Loyalty was not something he took lightly, it was a powerful thing, and if there was a doubt in her mind it would sway with her joining the pack, he would simply have to chase her off, and the young man would have no doubts about doing so. Shoulder rollings back, grotesque features glaring at the woman, he would commit to silence and allow her to answer the questions that his sister, -the beta-, had asked of her.



"Speech!".