[ talking trash under my window ] - open; earring

[Kian.]

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Kian Ó Faoláin

As though the mention of his own division summoned the small wildcat, Kian trotted over with his usual jovial grin.  "Well I'm certainly happy to see a new Grim Ray."

For the faerie it had been a choice without hesitation, although he did claim a secondary membership to the Necro Mambas.  Kian had been a soldier for as long as he could remember; acting as a protective younger brother, then a protective father.  It had been three years since joining the Typhoon, and he had made his decision very early -- confident of where he belonged.

"You seem like a pretty brave lad to me," he added, tone serious before he smiled once again; watching as Vayne reach out to hug the young wolf.

We'll all be returning, if we sail together