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| http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... _table.jpg);"> 3 points The answer he was given was satisfying enough and the male gave a curt nod before his eyes released his white member and slowly drifted to the woman’s form. Age could not prove her wrong and her snout had dipped in silent submission when he had arrived. He outright stared at the lithe female for a moment, staring at that rare red-brown hue that gathered around her pupils. She did not come off as (too much) fake in his book. First impression had been good despite her obvious disadvantage of being female. Skills spoke better than gender and the chocolate and cream male’s lips twitched, seemingly wanting to draw the edges of his mouth upwards in a thin smile, though it was a lost cause. ”A warrior of words, body or heart?” he wondered lowly, though he had already made up his mind and did not expect an answer. He only needed to see her face to be able to recognize her corpse out on the battlefield. His poor excuse of a tail waved tall and he nodded at them both. ”I’ll put you as Gazon – the subordinate rank for now. Do well and you will find fame and glory within Dahlia de Mai.” or death. He did not need more. The scents on her fur were neutral and fresh – without strong hints of ‘Souls’ general territories. It did not matter all that much if some of the joiners turned out to be spies. They would surely find death in one way or another; he was going to make sure of that. The male’s body started to turn slowly and he found it just as well to keep trailing the well marked borders of Dahlia de Mai. He did not need to know this woman. He intended see her dressed in red so soon it was not worth it to even attempt to get to know her. |