Family... what?! Approaching him? The ivory-gray brute was probably the bitchiest knight of them all, but the blue-grey femme that approached him obviously couldn't feel his negative vibe. His tail immediately flipped upwards, but, when he noticed the femora's scent as one of his pack, he let his gray banner hang loosely behind him. Whatever. Time to scare some bitches. he thought evilly. As the girl approached him and introduced herself as Rainwhisper, the brute flashed an evil grin in her direction. Although... it didn't really feel evil to Scythe. It felt a little warmer.

Hi... I'm Scythe. chuckling softly, he took a tentative step closer to the female, against his better judgment. I don't believe we've met either. He dipped his head in a playful fashion... What the hell was he thinking?! The so-called evil brujo, bowing into a joyful playing position in front of a female? The brute lifted himself again, and his mirrors turned to hard yellow stones, no longer twinkling with the playfulness they held moments before. His lips still stretched slightly into a grin, and his features weren't as sharply refined as his oricles. He sat down in front of the ess, letting his tail wag lethargically behind his rump while he waited for more lyrics to fall from the girl's pretty lips. Pretty... Ugh. What was getting into Scythe? Was it the femme's sudden appearance in the bushes that caught him off guard? Was it the boy's constant wondering? Scythe might never know...

Brute - Adult - Bright Moon - Mateless - No Children