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Posted on February 25, 2014 at 03:53:59 AM by S o r c i e r
 - - - - - - ❧ - - - - - - With the female directing her gait in a lap or two around where Sorcier was sitting, he raised his head so that his eyes could follow her from corner to corner, and back when she entered his sights again. The way that she carried herself was almost majestic in her fashion and despite being such a broad wolf, she was still very embracive of her natural feministic traits. Who knew that such a brute could still be so girly. This caused a slight twitch in the wolf’s blackened lips, like a choked and withheld chuckle. Briefly he would catch a glimpse of Sen whilst Alias had made her rounds, taking note that his eyes were following her just as much as his were. It wasn’t until a moment later that the sound of her voice had brought his ears to a perk again. “Are you afraid of me?” Such a generic question, yet it still caused the wolf’s head to spin. At this very moment, he was not intimidated by her. It was not because of gender play or anything like that, it was merely the way that she presented herself to him. She was direct, she was fair, and she was very studious as it would seem. Yet again, say if ill fate would come to the relationship that he would have with the war shield of the pack. She was much taller than he was so, that was a bit of a sight, and thus her build was probably more defined than his own. That was the only thing that was intimidating, for he knew that he himself was not one for violence, even if it meant he had to stand up for himself. He knew not enough of her if, under such circumstances, that she would actually be a threat. She was a war shield, however.. so maybe this whole entire stupid thing in his head was just as it was—stupid. Which then boiled down to his conclusion. Once she had finished her walk and stood in front of him, directing her gaze into his own, is when he first caught sight of her eyes. “Look at me, lad..” With his head already held up from its previous hang, the fire-eyed male had kept his eyes set on hers as she had continued to speak. These words brought something new to his senses that was quite.. foreign to him. It was something that caused his tail to pull out from beneath his haunches, just like it had when he felt the welcoming from Sen, and it began to brush along the earth beneath him for a moment or two before it seized its sweep. “You’ve nothing to fear. Do you wish to make yourself a place among us?” There it was. That feeling again, but it pulled at his heart much stronger this time. His thoughts were a blur as so many plans started flooding in, all becoming so unorganized and all so prophetical, and before he could say something, whether it be coherent or not inspite of his excitement, Alias had spoken once more. “I see potential in you, locked someplace inside. But it is there..” Before he would allow his mind to go off on its own again, Sorcier had finally worked up all the barriers of his nerve to finally say something as it was obvious now that there was nothing to be withheld, there was nothing to be in fear of—and they were all curious to have him say something. “I do not fear, Alias, as I am looking to find a place amongst Taviora’s kin.. and I aspire that this.. potential will become of the benefit to Taviora and it’s kin.” The rest of the conversation went back to the muddiness of Sorcier’s head. He could only begin to think of where to start now that he had this new life of his. He wasn’t even sure what to do with it, since he’s never had a role within a pack before. He was just known as “Elder’s kid” back then and had no responsibilities, so how would he know if he was expected to do anything now? And in the split second it took to think up all of this, it took simply yet another for his tail to start sweeping across the floor again at one simple thought—he had a home. A sudden brushing against his muzzle had startled Sorcier, though he kept the reaction to a minimal at best he could muster, as he saw that the gesture was given by Sen. It seemed as if he was making his departure now, for obviously the wolf must have had more important matters to tend to. The gesture was odd in Sorcier’s perception, but he returned it back as it was one that was also pleasant. The final words that the medicine wolf had spoken before he had left were ones of gratitude, and Sorcier’s mind could only think of one thing. What now? |
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