Rogue arched an eye brow at the male and his reply. Oh? It certainly did seem he was an interesting fellow at that. The way he spoke and acted his choice of words well, perhaps she finally hit the goldmine with someone out here. Her full black banner twitched in what would have been a pleased wave for any other. The cusp of her tail darting around like a knife in the air. Oh she sure hoped she was right about this one. He had the colors of a demon, perhaps not a full one, but an almost full black body with some tan and then some red streaks. Well really he sort of reminded her of her dear son Alphonse, but perhaps a little better color wise. Least he held no white to his fur. She did not ponder long about her better son, taking the male’s invitation and joining him not to far away from his side. She was cold, she didn’t have the thick fur that many did to keep warm, but she didn’t let it bother her too much.

”You say that now, new comer, but believe me they are out there.” She starts with a grin letting him continue speaking about how interesting the lands of Moladion were. Interesting indeed and corrupted for the bonds that can be made by soul. But she would let that little bit go for now. He had some manners and perhaps ill intent but the poisonous eyed fem didn’t let that stop her. She gave him some space, fluffy banner curling around her slightly speckled hip eyes watching and taking in his own form. He must be cold. She had thin fur but his was far worse. He should be held up in the den buried in pelts not sitting out in the snow letting the wind get him. Well perhaps he had reason for baring with it.

”Ieron, I see, they call me Rogue.” She says not really caring who knew her name. She was a wolf of Glorall now, and demons weren’t exactly a hidden thing anymore. Everyone knew they were here in Moladion so who cared if someone knew who she was. She was the AWOL demon, the one who parted from the rest and the only one who wasn’t in Iromar. She was actually pretty proud of that fact, proud that she was still holding to the creed unlike so many who still hid within the swampy pack lands.

She chuckled as he asked where she had come from, as it was sort of ironic of sorts. ”I come from Hell.” She laughed again, knowing that he likely wouldn’t believe her though it was the complete and honest truth. Hell was the name of her homelands, Hell was where the main force of her bloodline belonged. Funny thing that he brought that up. ”I don’t figure you for the type to have been born and raised here in Moladion. Where is it that you Hail from? Surely from somewhere far warmer than here with your fur.” She said with her deeper voice, almost teasing him. She shrugged honestly it didn’t matter to her where he came from, she liked collecting information though and was willing to give it up to receive some in return. It was her job, it always had been, to collect as much information as she possibly could and use it how she saw fit too.


XxKeeps No HeartxXDestroys Heartless’ SoulXxCreator of Magnus and AlphonsexX