Word Count → 439 :: No worries, Alaki's pretty cool regarding no submission :3 And Alaki does alot of misleading actions himself, since he's somewhat paranoid/strange xD His response to an offered hand = why must i shake it? ^^;
Carolina blues eyes scanned over the males form in an almost clinical manner, noting the others slim build, but the male wasn't some scrawny, half-starved runt, which was something at least. Looking at the other, his eyes narrowed a fraction as the male crossed his legs and began to speak; although he was named Angelo, the young Samurai did not require those who sought acceptance into the pack or those already within it to show him complete submission, for he cared little for such displays. All he cared for was complete obedience and that whomever it was did nothing to endanger the pack, although with that said no one had thus far outright challenged his authority and he hadn't been in a situation which tested his beliefs in regards to forcing others to show submission. Listing intently to others response he considered the males words as they were spoken, the stranger, Ark'el as he had so proclaimed himself to be, seemed to follow suit jumping straight to the point.
Relaxing his stance slightly, his tail swayed lightly behind him, although at some point his hand had wrapped itself around the handle of the katana which had hung at his side; the action of grabbing his weapon wasn't aggressive and he wouldn't draw it unless forced to, it was a matter of reassurance, something he did when encountering someone new until he was sure of their purpose upon his and the white queen's borders. Relaxing his grip he raised his arms and crossed them across his chest, to avoid the temptation of once more reaching for the blade; Alexander had been making a point to repeatedly inform the storm coloured male that by going for his weapon he made a lousy first impression, not that the Angelo cared as to what first impression he made, but the ghost-coloured male had nagged enough until the young Samurai had become somewhat self-conscious of the action.
Drawing himself away from idle thoughts he nodded once at the male and watched the other approach him, hand extended. Understanding what the gesture meant, he simply stared at the males offered hand before slowly and with much reluctance, reaching out and placing his own against the others. Personal contact wasn't something the Angelo was keen on, keeping a distance from others was what he was used to, what he was most comfortable with, but he wouldn't refuse the strangers gesture because of his own personal likes and dislikes. “I'm Alaki, Angelo of these lands. So what skills ya have that you can donate to mine and the white queens pack?” he asked, as he always did.
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