Homesteading is for Suckers

*Mithras* · 08-14-2015, 08:43 PM

Mithras knew 'the spark.' He was well familiar with the light that would come into someone's eyes when they were looking to start something. It could be good, it could be bad, but if they were excited about it they would get the same look on their faces as the red male approaching him had just then. Mithras turned towards the voice and found a scarlet male waltzing his way and a broad smile immediately broke out across his face. The vibrant pelt was a sight for sore eyes after dealing with the drab locals. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he nearly forgot to respond to his question. "Some friends, yeah." His accent was not so thick and halting as it once was, the local language smoother on his tongue after his brush with the Diamáchi, but it was still blatant that it was not native to him.

The red male asked if wanted some company, and Mithras found himself quick to give in. He gave the man a small bow, joking sort that feigned a sense of propriety he obviously lacked, and chuckled, "Not at all, actually. I'm just moving through if you want to tag along. Looking for a group of wolves that took me in this winter past. I want to make a home with them for my sisters and I." His short speech ended with a shrug, as if it had not been his sole purpose in life for the past half a year. That was simply his way, to let things come and go as they pleased without making too much of a fuss. "Probably best to give you my name though, yeah? I'm Mithras Aeris." He had a charmer's spirit, a mercurial sort of drive that forced him to end his introduction with a wink, while waiting for his new companion to return the gesture.

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