04-26-2011, 11:31 PM
[html]Yuss, he's almost always in Optime, sorry that I never specified XD. +3
Bangle hadn't run into many who liked to hang around in their secui form, but already the craftsman could see how large the other male was in comparison to the coywolf himself. The black and white male seemed a little off-put by the craftsman's rather nosy greeting, but any hopes that this secui had of being alone with his thoughts could now be dismissed. Wide ears swiveled atop his head in confusion, wiggling his eyebrows as the stranger introduced himself and his origin. "Th' Court..? Sounds fancy. Yeh a prince or som'n?" A grin followed his remark. The former traveler wasn't aware of the place Ezra had come from, as Bangle retracted his paw and casually rested them on his hips.
More spilled from the secui's lips, and his own orange eyes became brighter when he finished. The coywolf took a seat next to an adjacent, flat-surfaced rock, slapping his knee and sticking out his tongue as he chuckled at the other man's words. "Yeh don' say? Hah! Well if we aren' a couple'a fellas tryin' to get away from everythin'.. women 'n all." Offering a wink, the coywolf planted his feet on the ground again, unhitching a bottle from his side. It was dark, and as the merchant sloshed it around some before Ezra in offering, his grin grew wide again. "So what d'ya say we vagabonds drink t' freedom, eh prince?" He winked at the nickname that he gave the other male, and it would be a title that the white and black wolf would be called whether he cared for it or not. Holding the bottle with one hand, he raised it to his lips in a nearly-vertical fashion, tilting his head back a little too dramatically. Dreadlocks framed his shoulders as he swallowed, and offered the bottle to the other man.
Bangle hadn't run into many who liked to hang around in their secui form, but already the craftsman could see how large the other male was in comparison to the coywolf himself. The black and white male seemed a little off-put by the craftsman's rather nosy greeting, but any hopes that this secui had of being alone with his thoughts could now be dismissed. Wide ears swiveled atop his head in confusion, wiggling his eyebrows as the stranger introduced himself and his origin. "Th' Court..? Sounds fancy. Yeh a prince or som'n?" A grin followed his remark. The former traveler wasn't aware of the place Ezra had come from, as Bangle retracted his paw and casually rested them on his hips.
More spilled from the secui's lips, and his own orange eyes became brighter when he finished. The coywolf took a seat next to an adjacent, flat-surfaced rock, slapping his knee and sticking out his tongue as he chuckled at the other man's words. "Yeh don' say? Hah! Well if we aren' a couple'a fellas tryin' to get away from everythin'.. women 'n all." Offering a wink, the coywolf planted his feet on the ground again, unhitching a bottle from his side. It was dark, and as the merchant sloshed it around some before Ezra in offering, his grin grew wide again. "So what d'ya say we vagabonds drink t' freedom, eh prince?" He winked at the nickname that he gave the other male, and it would be a title that the white and black wolf would be called whether he cared for it or not. Holding the bottle with one hand, he raised it to his lips in a nearly-vertical fashion, tilting his head back a little too dramatically. Dreadlocks framed his shoulders as he swallowed, and offered the bottle to the other man.