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He had come as fast as he cared to go, taking his time but not going slow enough that it would take him forever to reach the ruins. Rather, it was more or less how to find her once he got there but fortunately for him the female seemed to be right where he could easily find her. He was usually always in his optime form as he was now, finding that this form was the easiest to move around in and it made him more imposing, something crucial to his job and to his rank. The male was a towering figure, something possibly right out of some horror show, especially if he was portrayed like the beast that came from the shadows, a dark figure that was hell bent on destruction. But that kind of thing was beyond him at this point and he had no want or will to do to others what had been done to him. Of course, if he was pushed he would be like any other male he was sure and he would attack. But for the most part, he was reined in, his scars and his general overall appearance doing what he needed them to do. It got him a comfortable job in the ranks scaring people that got too close and spreading nasty rumors about the Salsola that just weren’t true.
As he approached the femme, he hadn’t ever seen her before but instinctively he knew that she was in a lower position than him, a strange thought indeed. To think that someone was below him at all was something that he had never even considered happening. He was a slave, a nobody and yet someone was required to give him the courtesies required for everyday pack life. The female began to approach him with her steadied gait, and eyes watched as she assumed the proper niceties, treating him as his rank prescribed. Still he would never get used to the way that she approached him, entering into his personal bubble. She stopped a little away from him, just outside of the boundary of his comfort zone luckily and she seemed to be showing the proper respect to him. Ordinarily there would have been more to the ritualistic greeting but this served him just fine. He didn’t much care for people getting close to his neck no matter how much of a submissive sign that was. Scars lined his neck in horrific amounts, the sight held away by his scarf that was open a little in the back to allow the one scar to shine through. The mark of his master was always there, an omnipresent reminder that he was never as free as he might think or others might think. Her submissive form put him at ease, the arbiter glad that she knew her place so that he didn’t have to put her there. Rather she seemed to be a knowledgeable and polite female so he decided that he would hear her out.
Polite tones rang out from the female, and he gave a nod of his head in acknowledgement. She had been looking for him and she had found him. The only thing was that it was very hard to be able to hear her since she was talking to the ground but he withstood it for a little longer. Her words drifted up but his ears had to prick forward to catch the low sounds. He was certainly trying to get the informatore rank and he had to talk with someone like this female who was trying to be the sapienza, the other half to the spying circle. Nodding his head with the words, he looked into the shadowy depths before he turned and started walking towards the ruins. ”Follow me,” he said to her in his low voice before he let the darkness close around him. Not only was he able to see better but it was also much cooler down here and would be far more pleasurable to talk in. He led the way in just a little bit, letting his nose lead him to the place that smelled the least like earth and more like the damp rocks that made up the inside of the ruins. In the middle of the room there were a couple boulders that had fallen from the ceiling, scattering light in the room while also providing a place to sit. He walked into there and sat down before looking to see if the other luperci had followed him. If she had, he would dip his head to her lightly. ”Look up at me when you’re talking now, it is much harder to hear you if you’re talking to the ground,” he said to her, feeling a bit uncomfortable too with all the deference to him. It was what made him special he supposed. ”If you’re going to be the Sapienza, then we are going to need to talk about how you would get a hold of me. Do you have any ideas?” He asked the female as he shifted on the stone, crossing his legs one over the other in a picture of ease. But beneath that mask was a tough Janos who was ready to fight or do whatever it took in order to get out of this situation if it turned bad. It wasn’t saying that he was afraid of her or anything, it was simply precautions.
