08-18-2018, 08:51 AM
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Even lacking a limb the way she held herself was one of a solider, back kept straight with head raised, ears ever moving, seeking any noise beyond her vision, though her eyes were forward, focused on the landscape stretching before her. It was such when she approached though her head dipped some small bit, smile curling pale lips within the frame of a greeting towards Gordon, yet it thinned, pursed until it was but a line across the stark white muzzle. Brow lowered over maroon toned eyes and for a time the serval only stared at this odd creature. His colour seemed white yet it glimmered as though touched with threads of silver, something of a mix between the two, marred by touches of a more earthy tone, making for a sight she was unaccustomed to and offered only a brief hum.
Though extraordinary to some there seemed nothing with the hard gaze nor the faint ghost of a frown curling her lips to speak of interest, yet it was there, swirling through her thoughts as she wondered to the colours. It seemed unnatural in many ways, speaking of something made if not some thread of mutation in his genetics, teeth grounding into her tongue forcing the questions back.
Seeing as Gordon had spoken the necessary question Ishayu would merely wait for the answer to be given, merely watching the stranger, committing to memory the scent which touched him. She knew Stellamaris had been able to form some deal with them, a quick thinking mind that she had come to rather enjoy and sought to pick through, wanting to know more of the clouded leopard, but to be called on so soon by one who was not an ally, something less for theirs was a connection through trade not battle, was odd.
What need of they for a group of merchants and crafters where one of their more war aligned allies might not suit?
Even lacking a limb the way she held herself was one of a solider, back kept straight with head raised, ears ever moving, seeking any noise beyond her vision, though her eyes were forward, focused on the landscape stretching before her. It was such when she approached though her head dipped some small bit, smile curling pale lips within the frame of a greeting towards Gordon, yet it thinned, pursed until it was but a line across the stark white muzzle. Brow lowered over maroon toned eyes and for a time the serval only stared at this odd creature. His colour seemed white yet it glimmered as though touched with threads of silver, something of a mix between the two, marred by touches of a more earthy tone, making for a sight she was unaccustomed to and offered only a brief hum.
Though extraordinary to some there seemed nothing with the hard gaze nor the faint ghost of a frown curling her lips to speak of interest, yet it was there, swirling through her thoughts as she wondered to the colours. It seemed unnatural in many ways, speaking of something made if not some thread of mutation in his genetics, teeth grounding into her tongue forcing the questions back.
Seeing as Gordon had spoken the necessary question Ishayu would merely wait for the answer to be given, merely watching the stranger, committing to memory the scent which touched him. She knew Stellamaris had been able to form some deal with them, a quick thinking mind that she had come to rather enjoy and sought to pick through, wanting to know more of the clouded leopard, but to be called on so soon by one who was not an ally, something less for theirs was a connection through trade not battle, was odd.
What need of they for a group of merchants and crafters where one of their more war aligned allies might not suit?
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the wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
[div style="font-size:8pt;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:-10px"][color=#000]drunk & driven by the devil's hunger, drive your son like a railroad spike