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Ooc — Tokio
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December 31, 2014, 09:00 AM
Whether or not the Nefarious offered his sire name of Kesuk during introduction depended, typically, upon his mood. It lingered little on the matter of pride. The shaman had plenty of pride for the legacy of the name he carried, despite that it was not his by birth. The fact that he had been adopted had not kept Suluk from treating Nefarious any different than he did his own blood, neither had it deterred his siblings love for him; nor he them for that matter. There were times when he felt the flaunting it was arrogant and useless if only because it was not a name well known in these Wilds, as far as he knew at any rate. Currently, Nefarious how to assume that he was the only Kesuk resided here even if it wasn't particularly true. There was an exchange of pleasantries and Nefarious bobbed his head into likewise manner when Saber spoke of it being a pleasure. The slight push to get the patrol on the road irritated the shaman a small bit, but he hid it very well.
"Of course," Nefarious murmured in concurrence, being the first to take the steps of the patrol.
Velveteen ear flickered lazily towards Saber when the other male spoke of not pushing another idiot sneak into their lands. A muted snort of amusement left the shaman's back, learhery nostrils. He had ideas of how they could ward off potential trespassers but whether it would be an idea accepted or spurred by the leadership of the pack Nefarious did not know. "They will learn their lesson," The shaman had plenty of curses in his arsenal that he could perform on those, as his companion put it, idiotic enough to cross into claim lands. Or poisons in the form of a gift. It depended on how legal it needed to be to get the point across. The shaman likes the side of neutrality, favoring neither Atka or Sos but balancing them both, though he harbor to darkness in his heart, the area in which Sos reigned supreme, like every man did.
Instead of spurning it, there were times in which Nefarious embraced it. There was no use in fighting what would never go away, he felt, at least when it came to internal affairs.