the conditions from which they spring

Ithiel de le Poer · 03-07-2012, 06:25 AM

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Ithiel is by Kitty!

The dusky man heard the call and came quickly, his long limbs carrying him swiftly toward the mansion. There was no urgency in the call, but Ithiel wished to be punctual, and he did not mind running, in any case. Some Luperci were built to run, and Ithiel was one such canine. His Optime form was well-suited to it, being rather tall but exceptionally well-muscled, lean and without so much as an ounce of superfluous fat on his body. Certainly, should he cease his usual rituals and work, his figure would decay and lose its hardness, but Ithiel was, for the foreseeable future, a picture of youthful strength.

He slid amongst them, quietly making his way through the gate, and stood at the rear of them, blood-red eyes surveying his packmates. He met the gaze of whichever chose to look at him, inclining his head in greeting, but said and did no more. He crossed his arms and peered toward the curious stone chairs, one of which was occupied by Ezekiel. The other was occupied by a paler canine, one he assumed to be Vesper. Myrika had spoken of her, albeit briefly. The dark man did not see his red-haired cousin, and he pondered her absence. Was Halo still incapable of being left alone for prolonged time? Perhaps she was simply late. Kastra and Aemon were present, albeit on the fringes of the gathering, rather like himself.

The dusky man's attention remained focused on his leader, though he did not rush to prompt the man to speak. Nor did he interact with his neighbors -- in fact, he was withdrawn from the pack, feeling very much an outsider. It did not bother him, however -- he had sworn fealty to Inferni, and he served the clan in that capacity. His oath did not involve friendship, after all.

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