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before he can speak, however, they're interrupted. by what, he can't exactly say. subconsciously, sepia smothered ears twist back upon thy crown. the wolf in him all raised hackles, bared teeth, as he's confronted by the creature. there's a subtle inclination to stomp, to bring his weight baring down upon the companion's body by lieu of volatile hooves. he thinks otherwise, though, when he manages to redirect his blue, blue focus towards the ( presumed ) unicorn that follows at the thing's heels. a flicker of self-directed adoration blossoms; vanity arisen in thy breast. skeletal halls --- organ chambers ---- proud of the fact that he's managed to draw the interest of two. but ultimately it would be what they had to offer that mattered. for he was well beyond the idle sobriety of his youth. age and travel naming him an alcoholic. compulsive. greedy. he can't get enough. her whiskey tinged introduction giving him something to think about. dragon's throat. how inspired. "fiore," he finally manages to introduce to the pair ( trio? ). one's own tongue riddled in musk and too much bourbon. an innate masculinity in the flavor. "and i'm just fine." nevermind that he's exhausted from trips across the red waste, the unimaginable outskirts. grit still in his belly from where he swallowed the world wrong. there would be time to rest when his alliances were made. contemplation hosts the gaze that travels 'twixt the both of them. curelean diligent with inspection. "do tell me of your homes."
ooc | thank you both so much for posting ♥ and anyone else is still welcome to enter, i'm just so excited to write aha
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