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Itachi Lykoi · 01-02-2011, 04:57 PM

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The boy was aware that he was perhaps taking this a bit too long, but practise eventually resulted in some variation of perfection. He thought he was doing well considering alternative endings that he could conjure out of the air as he waited for the pale queen or her sub-leader to arrive. The female did not reply with anything at all, and he was satisfied with this; disinterested in this woman as a unique individual for now. It was.. difficult for the golden boy to fight the apathy that so easily remained nestled within his cooling core. All he wished for was to lay his sunset eyes on flawless, pale fur, and it was not too much to ask, as the sound of approach soon reached. Audits perked forward and he turned to see the queen approach, majestic and graceful as she always remained around his devoted figure.

Contentment was apparent within deep red as she complimented his already spoiled ego. His muzzle dipped to face the snow covered ground as it battled for purity with Naniko’s dazzling pelt coat, and he expressed his gratitude in silence. He ignored the childish title, ”boy”, thinking that he would gradually earn his weight in gold eventually. ”This is Fiachra Gervase and she wishes to join our ranks.” The young Lykoi’s face turned to the grayscale woman as he spoke now, keeping a keen eye on her body language so that he would know immediately if he got anything wrong. ”She tells me that she is a fair hunter and has knowledge of mending clothing. She also practices medicine.” Those seemed to be the strengths she had listed up, and the boy wondered if she knew how to mend torn flesh as well as she dared to claim that she practised medicine.

Ruby turned back to the angelic face of his female leader, though he was vary of maintaining constant eye contact with the lovely adult.

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