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-chews- worst post in the world
Saul Lupus is by Alaine!
His stammering was an unusual response for the male- while in his youth he had been nervous, he'd certainly grown into someone who was self assured and confident. He had no reason to fear those around him and he naturally took up the position of leadership with easy grace. But there was something so strange, foreign, about the female in front of him that a nervous stutter was the best he could manage. He could only assume that her demand had been in response to his crashing into the display case, which still lay across the ground. Ears flickered back against his head, the look of guilt on his face comical. Another voice shattered the silence for the moment, his name saturated with worry and concern. He straightened then, his posture assuming a slightly more dominant set and his hand reaching out subconsciously towards Lilin, an unspoken offer and plea. He had no idea who this female was nor what she was capable of. Her next words however shocked him and he looked back up, mouth parted slightly.
I- Uh- I, Yeah, how do you know my father? He asked, the mystery surrounding the female deepening. Of course, her attention on Lilin caused him to bristle softly as the dark female asked who Lilin was. Lilin, for her part, look far more curious and less wary than she should and inwardly, Saul snorted at her nature. He should have known that she would be far more interested in discovering everything she could about the female, than how dangerous she was. She answered immediately, her tone sure and easy. Saul's brow furrowed in confusion. He knew logically that his father lived in the Solbjorg and therefore knew many people. But he was sure his father was ashamed of his offspring and rarely mentioned them. It was a shock to find out that someone knew who he was.
He supposed Lilin was in for a bigger shock however, as disconcerting silver eyes turned to her, a quick comment that was so accurate it was spooky. Green eyes flickered to Lilin, hoping she wouldn't become upset by the mention of her mother. Knowing that it wasn't going to get him anywhere standing and gaping, he tried to accept that this female knew who they were. May I ask who you are? He inquired, tone set firmly to diplomatic and neutral. The female might know who they were, but that wasn't to say she knew much more than that. Green eyes fixed to silver, questioning, trying to figure out everything he could about the female who knew things she perhaps shouldnt.
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