Sinclair ear’s tilted forwards in polite interest when Zaqar spoke. He had been lead to believe when he was younger that wolves from Iromar were all insane or cannibalistic or unreasonable. However, Zaqar seemed perfectly rational to Sinclair. Perhaps, he had a darker demeanor, but then, so did Tesseract and Caligula. They were siblings from the same litter and mated, after all. It was frowned upon by many, and hated by most of his family in Diveen. Besides that, the glimmer of knowledge Sin knew about Glorall’s royal family held very atrocious tidings. Yet, Sinclair couldn’t hate them for it. He’d grown up without believing inbreeding was evil, and also with Cersei as a friend, and with Tesseract as a mentor.
They were… wolves trying to survive. Like everyone. Like the wolves of Iromar. He was slowly overcoming the barrier built by his family. He also found it somewhat amusing that Zaqar, in mythology, was the messenger for the God of Sin. It just seemed strangely fitting that they would meet. However, the thought was a long shot from convincing Sinclair to be wholly friendly to the wolf who didn’t have any sort of say in bringing them here. However, the sharpness of Judas and Vesper seemed to relax him. Maybe stereotypes were being pulled down in Zaqar’s mind as well? While Sin doubted the idea of Demons were the Greatest from birth would ever be eradicated, he supposed that it would be possible to be friends with someone of arrogant heritage. Sin, after all, was also from the line of Angels were the Greatest from birth, though he hardly thought the “head” of the family thought of him as such.
Sin’s eyes traveled to the respective speakers of the conversation, though his internal thoughts were much more complicated. He was surprised by Vesper’s voice, not really because it was strange, but because he’d hardly heard it at all. Judas remained true to Sinclair’s initial observation of the young prince. Sinclair noted that though Zaqar had given his name, neither Vesper or Judas had returned theirs. That seemed… ill mannered. However, Sinclair resolved to not give Zaqar their names. It was their right to give, and Sin wasn’t going to step on toes if they wished to be called “Hey! You with…” for the duration of this little extravaganza.
“My name is Sinclair,” He responded before returning to silence and allowing Judas to state his ideas on the activities they could do. Sinclair was far more interested in learning about Iromar, for he didn’t think hunting a wise idea. Had Vesper and Judas even learned to kill prey yet? Or perhaps Judas was actually suggestion a game of hunting. More like… hide and seek was the game that popped into Sinclair’s head. The idea of it was rather entertaining, but Sin had no desire to separate from the group. “I would rather hear more about Iromar,” Sin decided before he turned focused eyes onto Zaqar again. Mostly, Sin was curious about the swamp lands. He had heard they were hideous and always covered in fog. He’d also heard that dead things rotted in the waters and that mountains of bones comprised the dens of the wolves there. Now, they all seemed farfetched, so he was open for his mind to be changed. |