02-04-2009, 10:57 PM
Oh, he liked Geneva. He could tell by her invitation to raise his head that she wasn't much for the absurdity that was submission, but she knew that she was in charge here. He raised his head and then bowed to her before settling into a more neutral, friendly position. " 'Tis a pleasure ta meet ye, Geneva.
He chose his words carefully, unsure of how much to reveal about himself. Unsure of how many of his actions might have reached the ears of the packs in the area, even though he was leagues away from his home. As he spoke, he caught himself eyeing her a different way. He realized that she would have been about the age of pups of his own, had it not been for Sirce's miscarriage during their exile. The thought pained him and he forced it away, turning his attention to the matter at hand.
"Ah coom frae a land far frae 'ere. A land o' more than jist the snow yeh've go' 'ere; 'tis a land o'... as thae sae, froozen won'er. 'Tis as mooch ice as snow, und it lasts mooch lawnger. He had noticed the slight gleam in her eye while he spoke earlier, and realized as she spoke that he wasn't back home in anymore--wolves didn't sound like him, nor could they probably understand him well. He tried to clarify.
"Cain yeh unnderstan' meh lassie? Ah apologize for meh brogue, 'tis a bit mooch a' firs'. He smiled as much of a wolfy smile as was courteous at the moment and returned to her questions. He disliked all this talking. It seemed one sided, but he knew it was part of the trials of packhood; he would have to work on his social skills if he were allowed to stay here. It was such an odd sensation to think that way. If allowed to stay... at one point, these roles would have been reversed, himself playing the role of inquisitor, trying to pierce the armor or loners at the borders.
Resurfacing from his memories, he quickly gathered his words. "Ah seek a new 'ome because Ah no longer 'ave one. Ah've been driven frae mah pack by mah own bro'er, und Ah've lost mah mate along the way... he paused a moment, the bluntness of how he had stated his fact both pleasing and worrying him. How could it be so easy and so hard at the same time? He had been alone for almost a year now... yet the pain was so fresh. "As fer mah skills, Ah'm a quick figh'er, a gud joodge o' char'ter, und Ah was once tha alpha o' maine oon pack... sa tha abil'ties tha' go aloong wi' tha', Ah've go' 'em."
Shit. That sounded cocky as hell. But the words were spoken and couldn't be undone. He could only hope she didn't take them as such.
He chose his words carefully, unsure of how much to reveal about himself. Unsure of how many of his actions might have reached the ears of the packs in the area, even though he was leagues away from his home. As he spoke, he caught himself eyeing her a different way. He realized that she would have been about the age of pups of his own, had it not been for Sirce's miscarriage during their exile. The thought pained him and he forced it away, turning his attention to the matter at hand.
"Ah coom frae a land far frae 'ere. A land o' more than jist the snow yeh've go' 'ere; 'tis a land o'... as thae sae, froozen won'er. 'Tis as mooch ice as snow, und it lasts mooch lawnger. He had noticed the slight gleam in her eye while he spoke earlier, and realized as she spoke that he wasn't back home in anymore--wolves didn't sound like him, nor could they probably understand him well. He tried to clarify.
"Cain yeh unnderstan' meh lassie? Ah apologize for meh brogue, 'tis a bit mooch a' firs'. He smiled as much of a wolfy smile as was courteous at the moment and returned to her questions. He disliked all this talking. It seemed one sided, but he knew it was part of the trials of packhood; he would have to work on his social skills if he were allowed to stay here. It was such an odd sensation to think that way. If allowed to stay... at one point, these roles would have been reversed, himself playing the role of inquisitor, trying to pierce the armor or loners at the borders.
Resurfacing from his memories, he quickly gathered his words. "Ah seek a new 'ome because Ah no longer 'ave one. Ah've been driven frae mah pack by mah own bro'er, und Ah've lost mah mate along the way... he paused a moment, the bluntness of how he had stated his fact both pleasing and worrying him. How could it be so easy and so hard at the same time? He had been alone for almost a year now... yet the pain was so fresh. "As fer mah skills, Ah'm a quick figh'er, a gud joodge o' char'ter, und Ah was once tha alpha o' maine oon pack... sa tha abil'ties tha' go aloong wi' tha', Ah've go' 'em."
Shit. That sounded cocky as hell. But the words were spoken and couldn't be undone. He could only hope she didn't take them as such.