Canidae

[Liev Morozov]

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ooc: Hai 8DD

Soon, the music was forced to cease. The Russian stopped, fully still for a second or two when a strong, male voice sounded a bit higher than his song. His closed eyes peaked on the black form, contrasted with the white-filled background. The big male wore some shorts and had a dagger with him. Ironic, the gray man did too. He only hoped not to be forced to use it. He then shifted his head towards the man, his purple eyes meeting the strong bue eyes of the warrior. A smile played on his lips as the wind seemed to whisper on his ears something between the lines of "this is your chance".

Kneeling on the ground and standing up, ears turned backwards in submission and tail held close to his legs, he gave a light bow before straighting his back up. His pose was stiff, since he had been trainned to keep this pose everytime he was in the presence of someone more important or higher-ranked than himself. It was already part of him.

"Most honored to meet you, sir. My name is Liev Ivanovich Morozov. And no, sir, I'm not a lurker. I'm herer to join Anathema." He spoke, his voice even and stern, the heavy Russian accent still present in his speech, though clearly submissive to the other male. Only that his last word was not his. In fact, he did not even knew the name of that pack. Well, at least the General had not left him on the battlefront. At least not now. Thank goodness.

Only then he had noticed the standing fur all over the male's spine. Territorial, indeed. At least that much he got right. Swallowing up the iminent sigh for the realization, he avoided as much as possible eye contact with the male. The last thing he wished was to cause a bad impression.