Istas knew he saw it, he had been working on it for a long time and it was almost necessary in Iromar with all those stony faced individuals around. Naberius and the Alpha, most of those Demons seemed to have a rather hardened visage that you had to take the smallest cues from to understand how they felt. So how could he not just sit there and pick away every eye movement and look, subtle twitch of any part of the body anything that might give away to something. It was the only reason Istas liked his pure white eyes. It was hard enough to tell what he was looking at let alone see what they told behind the eerie white orbs. Though Istas couldn’t disagree, killing someone didn’t sit right with him, but then again he wasn’t even strong enough to kill someone if he wanted to anyway.

His story just reminded Istas of how terrible it was watching Naberius be killed before him. He stood there his stomach churning slightly like it had that day. He would never forget the sight of his friend having his throat ripped out, the gushing sound of his blood and the gurgling of his last breaths. None of it. It made him want to retch all over again. At Renegades words he could only nod afraid to say anything for a moment in fear he might lose hold of his stomach.

Then the brute spoke again answer his question perceived from the simple movements of before. He felt bad sure, but his curiosity knew no bounds with this topic. Istas was, honestly, a little jelous of Renegade’s friend. He wanted someone to care about him that way, but he knew it wasn’t likely. His whole family was gone but Vain and he thought Istas was strange. Renegaded complimented the ghostly boy again, but really he made it easy. It wasn’t really that he was sharp he just knew how to do his job and knew it well.

Unorthodox was one word. Istas wasn’t sure what to make of it. He thought he had heard that, at one point, there was a pair of male wolves that ruled Glorall together. That was before his time though, before he was likely even thought about. It could have been a rumor, they could have been simply friends not even just mates. They hadn’t ruled together long though, not that he was aware of at least.

It was then that he revealed that he loved the other male wolf. Loved? Istas wasn’t sure how he felt about it, he always wished for something like that, after all Male and Females showed love could he get love as well? Like genuine attention from another male and they knew that was what they were giving him and felt the same way doing it?

”Something like that…. Is possible?” He questioned his gaze going away from the male, ”No one really told me that before.” Take that however he wanted. Istas had only been told that he was loved by like his mother no one else had his whole life. Renegade had already given his heart to someone but he still liked attention. Istas could give him that right? If he was okay with another male perhaps they could sort of help each other sort of.

”Do you… like only boys then?” He added, not sure what else to say. He never met someone that was like him before.

They never seem to catch my eye but I never wondered why