09-05-2010, 06:20 AM
Quietly the wolf took another drink, the wine helped along his pleasant feeling thus far. True he had just committed himself to one woman, and that thought alone horrified and elated him. A conflict of two emotions coursing through his mind, fighting for supremacy left him exhausted at times. But for now the behemoth was content to let it all play out with the help of Alcohol. Saluce let a long breathe leave his lips in a yawn, suddenly he wondered if he should just head back. The hell he’d catch for coming back slightly sloshed though seemed like an impossible option. Especially since he didn’t want this to become habit, and he didn’t want her to see him like this anyways. No he’d wait, come back with a hangover in the morning and hope he didn’t do something stupid. Which also meant he was again leaving his fate up to his frazzled alcohol infused brain something that surely wouldn’t lead to anything good possibly happening.
Lost in his own thoughts of doubt and joy he didn’t notice the approaching stranger coming in his direction. Eyes quickly looked around and found the body to the voice of the male who had greeted him. Suspicious to a fault the wolf eyed him, sized him up, and in a robotic fashion derived how dangerous he may or may not be. The behemoth’s swords hanged lazily at his sides and no hand left to grab ahold of either of the hilts, those hands though rested on his hips as his head cocked to the side. From what he could tell the fellow looked interesting and light hearted enough, maybe enough that he wouldn’t mind a stranger so close to these two pack lands.
“Bonjour” he greeted the male, normally he’d greet in English but lately he had increasingly gotten into the routine of using his native language. French was a lot softer, and more inviting language to greet with. English had its uses, and other languages had a harshness that never seemed inviting but French always had an air of cheery happiness to it that he found himself liking more and more. Approaching the stranger he kept himself more natural, more in an easy stance. Since the stranger hadn’t approached in a threatening fashion he felt it only natural to return his trust with his own. “Interesting land here” he said in an attempt at idle conversation.
Lost in his own thoughts of doubt and joy he didn’t notice the approaching stranger coming in his direction. Eyes quickly looked around and found the body to the voice of the male who had greeted him. Suspicious to a fault the wolf eyed him, sized him up, and in a robotic fashion derived how dangerous he may or may not be. The behemoth’s swords hanged lazily at his sides and no hand left to grab ahold of either of the hilts, those hands though rested on his hips as his head cocked to the side. From what he could tell the fellow looked interesting and light hearted enough, maybe enough that he wouldn’t mind a stranger so close to these two pack lands.
“Bonjour” he greeted the male, normally he’d greet in English but lately he had increasingly gotten into the routine of using his native language. French was a lot softer, and more inviting language to greet with. English had its uses, and other languages had a harshness that never seemed inviting but French always had an air of cheery happiness to it that he found himself liking more and more. Approaching the stranger he kept himself more natural, more in an easy stance. Since the stranger hadn’t approached in a threatening fashion he felt it only natural to return his trust with his own. “Interesting land here” he said in an attempt at idle conversation.