07-09-2018, 04:57 PM
[div style="width: 45%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]The cyborg wolf would still dare to show his face amidst a sea of hatred, no matter how much those enraged glares bore into him like bullets. Regardless of the recent tension, he was still going to be a citizen here, a member of the Ascendants. And as such he felt that he was expected to understand who's who and any events that had occurred or would be occurring in the future. This was why the demon could be seen lumbering over, his unnaturally heterochromatic hues fixated on the Astral Seraph, Bastilleprisoner, as he spoke. He did not feel at home, sitting in the midst of the Grand Circle and surrounded by those who despised him but had never met him before. He'd have to make it feel like home, because this would be his home. Maybe they'll need a blacksmith anyway.
Well, there was nothing that particularly stood out to the male, frankly. Promotions, demotions, warnings, some events that were planned out, all that jazz that Zjarr was already used to after being a regular in Clan life for so many years. "Noted 'n' congratulations," the canine murmured softly, his ear twitching as his muscles began to tense just a little. Part of him wanted to get the hell out of here and retreat before he was confronted by some sort of vicious mob, but another part of him considered the thought to be ridiculous and paranoid. Well, not entirely. Alas, he finally settled on scooting off before any sort of disorderly troubles were incited, rising to his full height and dipping his head very briefly before turning off and slowly making his way back to his somewhat empty quarters. Didn't seem like this meeting had any reason to prolong itself anyway.
Well, there was nothing that particularly stood out to the male, frankly. Promotions, demotions, warnings, some events that were planned out, all that jazz that Zjarr was already used to after being a regular in Clan life for so many years. "Noted 'n' congratulations," the canine murmured softly, his ear twitching as his muscles began to tense just a little. Part of him wanted to get the hell out of here and retreat before he was confronted by some sort of vicious mob, but another part of him considered the thought to be ridiculous and paranoid. Well, not entirely. Alas, he finally settled on scooting off before any sort of disorderly troubles were incited, rising to his full height and dipping his head very briefly before turning off and slowly making his way back to his somewhat empty quarters. Didn't seem like this meeting had any reason to prolong itself anyway.
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]how'd it get so scandalous?[/glow] — ☼
✰ — I'M JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD
zjarr ignibus / tanglewood / hellcat / weapons dealer / plot