Hideaway Strath lust

Gonna try and split the stories up so you can get your trade/rank posts in!

Divine one. He likes the title, makes him feel like a god or something. Although, his ego is horribly large, he knows he’s nothing such. In the supernatural sense of the word anyway. 

Anyway, Kyn is excited to see the other male becoming more comfortable around him. Watching him easily as he sidles closer, sweet voice overtaking the Grandmaster’s ears, he listens. Smile widening when he mentions becoming his Scribe. It’s about time the Saints had such a thing. He doesn’t stop there, the pale man laced in gold requests the great stories of the Saints. Oh, he’d be too happy to share.

So he chuckles at all the fond memories and nods his head in the other direction. “Walk with me.” He orders softly as he begins moving at a languid pace. 

“Hmm. Where to start.” He muses, licking eyes on the horizon with a smile. “I suppose the beginning.” He chuckles and carries on with a bit more seriousness in his voice. “My old pack, still known as the Saints, got found out by two legs — humans — they killed all of us. Myself and a few others were left, but I know not what happened to them. That lead me here. I started from scratch and built my pack anew.” Then he quirks his brow as he looks over to him with a devious smirk. “Made a few quick enemies too. Yuèlóng and a few of their allies.”