Scouting thread for
@Serem.
Slight power play of Serem, if you want me to edit anything feel free to tell me,
Alyssa <3
Strangers are v welcome to join!
Santi and his beautiful mate have been sent on a scouting mission. They left immediately, walking far, far away from their canyon and into the slightly known, unknown.
They haven’t passed by many, but he hopes to find someone in order to do a bit of digging. They’re looking for Ursus and the reaper is too happy to hunt them down. Sure, maybe it was his fault he waltzed into their territory and scared the shit out of one of their pack mates, but the fight is as one of a lifetime. And he wants another. Though he’s aged, his prowess for battle has not waned and he wants to wet his teeth with blood. The faster they find Ursus, the faster he can do that.
So, he urges his mate to follow or take the lead, whichever is good with him. He’d gladly follow her to the ends of the earth. For now, they find themselves in a place he remembers going once. With his head down, he sniffs, casually looking for any familiar scents or any scents at all. He’s got some questions that need to be asked.
My post is ass but gonna snag this anyways <3
Izumi had not been too far off when she saw the figure moving along candy littered foliage -- monochromed as she, and catching sight of a ghostly white gaze at every turn of his head. Whatever he was up to and wherever he was going was none of the young crane's concern, but the curious trail of her violet gaze to follow the brute's movements said otherwise. She had not seen the strange-looking man before and, surely, would've remembered a coat as distinct as this.
It was almost as if the crane had been watching them from a distance, foraging through berries and rubbing her paws along dead foliage, before stopping some distance away to let out a small chuff. Her intentions were unknown even to herself, but a sense of youthful curiosity pulled her in strong to find out...
Ssshhh your post was beautiful <3
The reaper stalks forth, head level with broad shoulders as he moves. Ghostly orbs swivel this way and that. His gait is unhurried, almost lazy as large paws carry him on his journey for information. He’s scouting out the horizon, but the stranger comes from behind. He hears faint foot steps, but he doesn’t look back. Perhaps it’s careless, but it’s his confidence and bravado that cause him to do so. Even in his old age his prowess for battle has not waned.
So Santi continues as such until a chuff makes sound through ruined ears. The scarred appendages shift backward and he stills. Turning only his head to look backwards past his shoulder and seeing the most gorgeous, long legged, and pale woman he’s met in some time. Surely his heavily scarred face would spook her — he finds it happening a lot more now since Nyra fucked up his handsome mug. Still, it doesn’t stop a sly smile from tilting the Spaniards lips skyward.
“Oh?” He hums with hardly concealed interest.
“Qué suerte of me to run into such a beauty.” He purrs deeply, but doesn’t move from his spot but only to turn around in a tight circle.
“Looking for something, cariño?” It’s asked with an upwards tilt of a single brow.
Santiago sees her looking at him. He pays it no mind. He sees the way she takes in his ruined visage. He pays it no mind. He pays attention to what he sees and that’s an interestingly beautiful opportunity to get her possible information and maybe a bit of casual fun.
Though when he speaks, she allows a soft pause to ensure before whispering that she doesn’t quite catch all of what he’s throwing out. It’s the Spanish he guesses. Not many know it and even less understand it. So he chuckles softly at her cute display of confusion at his foreign words.what truly catches his attention is the way she seems to get the slightest bit flustered. As well as the fact that she bravely comes closer until she’s within touching distance. A reckless curiosity this one has.
He eyes her down casually, but he doesn’t keep his interest in her at bay. Rather his single seeing eye eats up her elegant form before he meets those regal eyes of hers.
He chuckles once more. It’s a deep rumbling sound that bubbles up from the depths of his throat. “¿Te interesas por mí, no?” He purrs back, intentionally teasing her with a language she doesn’t understand. “From a pack? Sí. Nearby? No.” He answers gruffly, but not rudely.
“Eres un valiente, huh?” Comes a teasing reply, but the reaper immediately remembers that she cannot understand him. “You’re brave and pretty. What an interesting combination, chica.” The Saint’s voice is an easy going but almost flirtatious purl, accent horribly thick as he offers the words for her to decipher.
“So dígame — tell me —, cariño. What’re you doing trying your luck out here with a stranger like me?” He asks with a cock of his head then.