11-06-2013, 01:53 PM
Silas smelled the newcomer's approach long before he heard or saw the man. The odor of sheer dominance was far stronger than any other perfume on the air and rivaled only that of Spectra's elation. It dwarfed Yuri's smug pining. It was a scent familiar. Yes- Yellow eyes swiveled, followed by the cautious turn of the rest of his head. Yes- after all. What an interesting turn of events.
He recognized the man of course. Their brief exchange in passing not many days past at Manifesto left its mark. Both had sized the other up. Neither seemed too concerned about their findings. But something now about the man's scent made the hairs on the back of Silas' neck bristle, however. In better light, Silas guessed the fellow to be a few years younger than himself, but he was far from immature. He clearly thought he was the alpha of this den, but lacked the douchy showmanship of acting tough, bitching loudly, and demanding to be the center of attention. Then again, Pervaya was not reputed to hiring douchbags. More like ex-douchebags after they'd been introduced to the real world. And this guy definitely wore the cut of cloth like some someone raised in douchery.
Which meant he was probably going to be wildly annoying.
His greeting was polite enough. So the guy had manners. Surprising. He even kind of liked the fellow. They both wore the same kind of bullshit spotting goggles. And the bullshit was piling high around here tonight.
Silas uncrossed his arms. He was not some beaten dog retreating with its tail between its legs when the meaner animals showed up. He was more of a, lift your muzzle off your paw and watch to see what happened then go back to sleep sort of guy. But if he snapped a pained yelp out of Yuri, Silas wouldn't mind watching that.
Edited by Silas Kole, Nov 6 2013, 03:38 PM.
He recognized the man of course. Their brief exchange in passing not many days past at Manifesto left its mark. Both had sized the other up. Neither seemed too concerned about their findings. But something now about the man's scent made the hairs on the back of Silas' neck bristle, however. In better light, Silas guessed the fellow to be a few years younger than himself, but he was far from immature. He clearly thought he was the alpha of this den, but lacked the douchy showmanship of acting tough, bitching loudly, and demanding to be the center of attention. Then again, Pervaya was not reputed to hiring douchbags. More like ex-douchebags after they'd been introduced to the real world. And this guy definitely wore the cut of cloth like some someone raised in douchery.
Which meant he was probably going to be wildly annoying.
His greeting was polite enough. So the guy had manners. Surprising. He even kind of liked the fellow. They both wore the same kind of bullshit spotting goggles. And the bullshit was piling high around here tonight.
Silas uncrossed his arms. He was not some beaten dog retreating with its tail between its legs when the meaner animals showed up. He was more of a, lift your muzzle off your paw and watch to see what happened then go back to sleep sort of guy. But if he snapped a pained yelp out of Yuri, Silas wouldn't mind watching that.
Edited by Silas Kole, Nov 6 2013, 03:38 PM.