sweet dreams are made of this [J]

Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 04-22-2012, 09:57 PM

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OOC: <.< Maybe.

Her accent caused the large male’s ears to perk slightly. He had never heard the strange lilt, though he would say it was quite pretty and easy on the ears compared to some other accents. Her deep bow reassured him that although she was a loner the young lady held a sense of respect for others. Though he wondered if she would have bowed to any of Casa’s members. The Sole was of the belief that those seeking membership should show their manners to all within the pack, not just leaders. His smile grew from a smirk to a grin, “I meant no offense. Most prefer to do business in the day is all.” He did not mention that he was included in the day preferring people, the only activity he preferred at night was sleep and hunting, as the night hid him well from prey.

Golden eyes quickly noticed the knives, held against her waist by a simple strap similar to his own. Though her’s held many small knives, a kind meant for throwing, while his held a small knife for cutting things like rope or wood, and a larger dagger in case his sword failed him. Perhaps this hybrid was not afraid of the night because she was the danger. At the mention of her name he was quick to raise his eyes, meeting her bi colored orbs briefly before he lowered his own head in a bow, a display of respect. It was only with her mention of joining the pack, and the offering of a hare that the Sole completely relaxed his body posture.

Looking to the hare on the ground his eyes wandered up to Camila as though asking permission to take it before he crouched down, picking up the dead prey. Standing back to his full height he chuckled lightly, “That’s some great knife throwing you did.” It was clear that the only mark on the hare was a single cut trough the eye, the knife would have hit the brain instantly killing the rodent. “Thank you. One of the member’s will be very happy for your kill.” Jazper himself would not eat a gift to the pack, preferring his own fresh kill.

“You’re eagerness is welcoming but Casa is not a home for those who do not share our values.” She clearly had skill throwing knives, but did she believe in their cause? “We are a home to warriors who wish to serve and protect. You are free to spar with members but we are a team, a place of safety for those who seek it and a helping hand for those in need. We are very lucky to have so many willing fighters as well as members with other talents. What makes you worth of my member’s fellowship?” Perhaps it was a difficult question but he would not allow just anyone into the ranks, not all warriors were good at heart.

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