"Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me; for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear.."

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Forever bound by duty, Naberius was never the type of boy to mingle in such awkward and useless social normalities. He rather liked being by himself and being allowed the freedom to scout the territory whenever he felt was needed - never to be bothered by some bumbling goon only searching for company. He was far above all of the niceties that typical pack life endured, his mind driven toward responsibility in the utmost and controlled by the need for honor among his blood.

His first encounter with another outside of Iromar was not all too pleasant and yet he found the cream marked girl rather acceptable in some form, seeing as she was just as much a part of the moorland as he. Still, he felt as if such conversations were trivial things and hoped that he would not have to spend much time being shackled by them in his lifetime. But fate always had a funny way of making things occur and before he was able to retract from his deep thoughts back to reality, he was stumbling across the very same girl again as he approached a lone spring.

He paused for a moment, nearly stumbling in his effort to backpeddle, before he realized that it was far too late to escape now. She had likely seen him already and he would never hear the end of it if he tried to avoid her now - she did live with him after all. With a defeated huff from between closed jaws he continued forward slowly before dropping his muzzle to drink from the fresh water. Golden-amber eyes drifted to the odd female for a moment as he attempted to drag it out so that he could dodge any chances at a conversation for just a little bit longer.

But he had to come up for air sometime.

With one final gulp, he lifted his head and directed his attention straight for her, ready to get this show on the road so that he can move along and settle for his evening nap. Though it was never customary for a demon to be the one to speak first - he would simply just watch intently and wait for an initiative response to his arrival before conversing.

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