07-19-2012, 02:41 PM
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Aro hadn't spent much time with his siblings, and it bothered him. Still, he wasn't going to miss a mateship ceremony with any of them, not if he could help it. Aro rushed over, looking his best. He had groomed his fur into perfection, his white tipped mohawk spiked just the way he liked it and his belt polished and cleaned with his special oils. His sword sharpened and polished to perfection as well. He stood tall as he came into view of his father. A large grin on his face. He hadn't seen Tony much, nor did he meet this notorious Neela, but he was sure she was a beauty and his young sibling was happy. Aro looked to his father still grinning and nodded, "..I see I'm not late.." He chuckled a little before finding an appropriate place to stand and wait. His hand resting on the hilt of his sword in habit.
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Aro hadn't spent much time with his siblings, and it bothered him. Still, he wasn't going to miss a mateship ceremony with any of them, not if he could help it. Aro rushed over, looking his best. He had groomed his fur into perfection, his white tipped mohawk spiked just the way he liked it and his belt polished and cleaned with his special oils. His sword sharpened and polished to perfection as well. He stood tall as he came into view of his father. A large grin on his face. He hadn't seen Tony much, nor did he meet this notorious Neela, but he was sure she was a beauty and his young sibling was happy. Aro looked to his father still grinning and nodded, "..I see I'm not late.." He chuckled a little before finding an appropriate place to stand and wait. His hand resting on the hilt of his sword in habit.
He would wait patiently for his brother and to be mate. Aro didn't envy his brother in the slightest. The tuxedo man still couldn't even think of being tied to one woman. It seemed like a fate he wouldn't ever allow himself...
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