Loki was glad that his plan seemed to be working – at least slightly – when she acknowledged his past with a whine. Garnering some sympathy couldn’t hurt at this point. Still, this female was…rather strange. She wasn’t nearly as outgoing as most he had met, nor did she seem at all invested in their conversation. This could prove to be fruitless after all.


Loki chose to become slightly affronted on her behalf as she spoke. In all honesty, while she was nothing spectacular to look at, she was not unpleasant either. Far below his tastes, to be sure, but not so far below him that he did not register that she was fine to observe. “My dear, I find that hard to believe. If that was indeed the case, then the taste of those you grew up with is quite questionable.”


He was quite proud of his own looks. His green eyes stood out from the sleek black of his coat, the yellow in them so subtle as to not be noticed unless from a short distance away.


He tilted his head slightly as she asked about him having a pack, a slight shrug from one shoulder emphasizing the movement.


“I would like to join a pack,” he said simply. “I simply have not yet met an individual from one able to convince me of which would be the correct place for me.”


His answer was not far from the truth. Certainly Iromar looked like it could be a high contender if Jezebeth was anything like the others of that land. It would certainly be interesting. From what he had overheard, despite having said otherwise to Jezebeth, it was quite well known in these lands for being formidable. Which really would be the perfect place for him. He wasn’t about to say anything, however, to Elowen about that. If anything were likely to scare her off, that would be it. Not that he held much hope for this conversation being any more entertaining than it was, which wasn't saying much. No, Elowen seemed too fearful to have any fun with. He had a feeling that one wrong word would send her off.

LOKI
. male . four years . solid black . not mated . not imprinted . no pack .
Kerowyn