07-08-2024, 12:36 PM
FATED, FAITHFUL, FATAL...
Well, isn't this a surprise.
Lady Rosencrantz turned out to be far younger than the wolf thought, but she seemed to give the aura of power, of cautious willingness to lead. Good, this was good, Project was going to be working for someone who would listen to individuals with experience on a matter. Even better, it seemed that she preferred loyalty through compassion than subservience through fear. A respectable ethos, the thought of which brought him back to foggy memories of days long since passed.
The black canine would approach the gathering slowly, quiet as he focused wholly on the words coming from his leader as she spoke, heterochromatic gaze fixed on the squares center, his mask catching the light as he let a look of surprise cross his face before quickly dispelling it with a shake, quickly moving his way through the gathering to the front of the crowd, following Yvonne's command wordlessly.
He was now the Horde's Knight Captain, the first to fulfill the position under the newly announced Lady. Project presumed he should be flattered, but all he could muster was a polite, tight lipped smile, the leather collar of his armor feeling suddenly tighter as he dipped his head in a small bow of gratitude and silent acceptance. The words of prisoner exchange or release was not of much surprise to him, the wolf would have done the same if this was his situation, but the request of ambassadors did catch him off guard.
"Lady Rosencrantz, I would like to volunteer to aid your ambassadorial duties." Project spoke evenly, trying to take into mind the possible risks that presented themselves. Who else would volunteer for this job, who could he trust to have the Lady's back, let alone his? Would any of the other groups try to puppet his leader? What were their standings already? So many questions would run through the grizzled veteran's mind as he continued to listen, a slight twist of a sour frown appearing as he continued his thoughts.
As soon as Yvonne descended from her platform, the wolf moved, quietly following after his leader, his boss, as she had requested to speak with the trio of new promotees. A polite clearing of his throat makes the creature's presence known, the white porcelain mask hiding his burn easily, yet lending to his discomforting presence in the company of others. "You wished to speak with me, Lady Rosencrantz?" He asks simply, his words curt and clipped, professionalism dripping from his lips. "If you have questions or comments, ma'am, I am more than willing to assist you."
Lady Rosencrantz turned out to be far younger than the wolf thought, but she seemed to give the aura of power, of cautious willingness to lead. Good, this was good, Project was going to be working for someone who would listen to individuals with experience on a matter. Even better, it seemed that she preferred loyalty through compassion than subservience through fear. A respectable ethos, the thought of which brought him back to foggy memories of days long since passed.
The black canine would approach the gathering slowly, quiet as he focused wholly on the words coming from his leader as she spoke, heterochromatic gaze fixed on the squares center, his mask catching the light as he let a look of surprise cross his face before quickly dispelling it with a shake, quickly moving his way through the gathering to the front of the crowd, following Yvonne's command wordlessly.
He was now the Horde's Knight Captain, the first to fulfill the position under the newly announced Lady. Project presumed he should be flattered, but all he could muster was a polite, tight lipped smile, the leather collar of his armor feeling suddenly tighter as he dipped his head in a small bow of gratitude and silent acceptance. The words of prisoner exchange or release was not of much surprise to him, the wolf would have done the same if this was his situation, but the request of ambassadors did catch him off guard.
"Lady Rosencrantz, I would like to volunteer to aid your ambassadorial duties." Project spoke evenly, trying to take into mind the possible risks that presented themselves. Who else would volunteer for this job, who could he trust to have the Lady's back, let alone his? Would any of the other groups try to puppet his leader? What were their standings already? So many questions would run through the grizzled veteran's mind as he continued to listen, a slight twist of a sour frown appearing as he continued his thoughts.
As soon as Yvonne descended from her platform, the wolf moved, quietly following after his leader, his boss, as she had requested to speak with the trio of new promotees. A polite clearing of his throat makes the creature's presence known, the white porcelain mask hiding his burn easily, yet lending to his discomforting presence in the company of others. "You wished to speak with me, Lady Rosencrantz?" He asks simply, his words curt and clipped, professionalism dripping from his lips. "If you have questions or comments, ma'am, I am more than willing to assist you."
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