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07-02-2014, 01:16 PM
she's got a pretty face,.
but no heart to match
Muscles, clearly powerful beneath his midnight coat, rippled and brought him to stand before them. The winged girl, whose unique features caught her attention, stepped back. With her eyes admiring her peer, she instinctively copied her companion and gave a snort, not one of aggression, one brought forth by a thought she doesn't become conscious of. It's there, she had been told to do so, and it only seemed something that her species should do at a time like that.
Forced forward the eagerness to listen all of their words, his Gustave, the winged's Semira, which reminds her momentarily of Amara's companion with the closeness, and the foreign sounds of the palest's voice. They all have something special to them while she can do nothing but offer a polite tone and concern for those about her.
Their lips hush, and she takes her chance. "I am just fine, thank you for asking. Has your travels here been well, is there anything we can offer you to make you feel at home in our, and hopefully your new, home?"
A warm smile passes to her facial features. This is no race to take a man who is new and homeless home to their ranks, to make him another nameless creature mounted on a shelf to be used when he is needed. No, she intends to show that he as a living being means more, and that he has purpose.
In all truths, it was not her first rodeo, she had done this before, but this go around she was not frowned and looked down upon as in the past. She kept manners, concern, and all else in check, and left the rest behind when it was not needed.
Ooc: That's okay! You tag some like this: @[namegoeshere]
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
