live like you told me how : joining

[J. ADALGAR]

[align=center][glow=grey,2,300] and what's wrong with being confident?[/glow]

There it was, the open kind of attitude that put the male on guard: open, welcoming. A part of hebi wanted to ask the price for such a place? For him to fight? For him to… what kill? slaughter other’s without thought, he didn’t think he could be put through that kind of hell again, through those kinds of hells. He didn’t have the stomach for it, didn’t have the kind of loyalty, naivete to accept such an open invitation and face value.

It made him hesitant, when rin asked about his snakes- his children. at this point hebi was at an unease; “their not going to hurt anyone, despite a lot of misconception, they’re all still… still only hatchlings” children he wanted to tell them, his children but hebi learned of attachment, what that kind of open attachment could mean. A bargaining chip, a way to steal: secure his loyalty. It had happened before.

Fenris still hadn’t recovered from the burns that raced his underbelly; too comforted ( and coddled by hebi ) to ever leave the brute’s form, much less slither around strangers, his brother and sister both were still to protective of him, their runt of a brother. It was the first months in returning to the loner lands after… well after. The loners learned quickly not to bother his snakes. If the black mouths of his youngest didn’t keep them away enough.

He shook his head, silver eyes watching aurum’s for not shift per sey, but open. it only made him tense further. “blas is the oldest” he raises a paw, and the white serpent coiled along him flicked a tongue out towards his outstretched limb before looking towards aurum and rin. Blas was curious, more adventurous of the four. “He’s a boa, only a runt in comparison to how big he can get” hebi knew that one day blas would stretch too big to coil around him, and with a pang he knew it was close coming to. Already more than 10 feet long.

“the trio, Hel, Fenris, and jotin” it was easy to talk about them, easier than talking about himself, who he was- used to be. He shook his head soflty to shake such thoughts, raising his wing where the three of his youngest were hiding mostly under his wing. Hel’s form a lot more exposed now all three sat curled and tucked and coiled around the straps of leather that lead to his bag, book, knives… all three of them the same species. “I’ve had them since they’ve all hatched” he notes, with a hint of pride, looking on towards the group.