Word Count ( 0.417 ) Table by Noelle!
Unfamiliar faces began to gather below in the gardens behind D’Neville Mansion. The hybrid’s blue eyes were sharp, narrowed as he watched one by one members – that knew neither the names or faces of – come to the call of a blond haired man. He was not unfamiliar with this, no, but Wolfgang merely stared out the window at the clan as if he were not a part of it. As if he did not hold the rank of an Inferni member. His pink tongue slipped through his lips and then, slowly drew back against his teeth until his mouth finally clenched closed. The reason for his pause had been the fact that one member dragged behind her a body of a wolf. Bloodied and obvious, the wolf no longer breathed. Their life had been ended. It reminded him of the war ongoing in the Vorrakess Kingdom to which he had resided within. And so, he waited, waited until a familiar face drew into his view before he took the staircase down, limping and taking his time due to injury on his right leg. He exited the building, his dark brown cloak wrapped around his body with the hood lying flat on his shoulders. His hair was mostly tucked underneath his cloak save the long, black bangs that curled around his face.
Wolfgang’s approached slowed. It was evident that the hybrid was unsure of where to go, or necessarily, what to do. His eyes glanced to each member, trying to remember their faces, but he had no names to match them to besides two familiar faces. He first stared at the pale Aemon before looking over towards the tawny Vesper who had already taken her seat alongside a darker male. Taking in a breath, the injured man shifted his weight. The scent of fire wood smoke mixed with each person present, along with the smell of water. His eyes looked skywards, the dark grey clouds twisting, moving in with the sure threat of rainfall. Moving forth from his standing pose, he finally neared the fire and took his seat upon a log, not daring to look at members who sat on either side of him. He sat rather square-shouldered despite his shoulder injury, automatically thinking of his mannerism and his former position within the Kingdom… and not knowing that perhaps, it wouldn’t be welcomed in this gathering of Inferni. Wolfgang, however, turned to the man he assumed was the Leader, to whom he had not met, and waited.
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