The Sentinels will the faithful be rewarded

short posts are perfectly fine! c:

 

A pallid beauty approached him, responding to his presence. Pale blue gaze admired her from a distance, lowering as she drew nearer. As much as Athens adored words there was something enticing in the ability to determine and speak in what was left unspoken. The woman's posture gave him all that he presently needed to know without her having to part her pretty lips and speak. She wasn't just a leader — she was the leader and Athens adjusted his posture accordingly, lowering his body from it's neutral stance, ears splaying flat against the curvature of his skull, throat exposing in submission before her. The Tiberius-DiSarinno returned her greeting with a simple “Hello,” of his own. Athens had seen his mother conduct these meetings plenty of times growing up, and during those rare times Eros allowed him to accompany him on patrols. Though he'd never been on either side of the process he understood it's mechanics well enough. “I am Athens Tiberius-DiSarinno and I've come to seek a place among your ranks, if what I have to offer pleases you, of course.”