08-13-2018, 10:08 PM
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Finally. Alexander's call brought over his brown gaze. It seemed as if his panties got all tangled apparently, but with this guy's attitude, Maverick would bet it was the other way around. Pulling away from his steed with a pat to his horse's neck, he offered a nod in greeting to the other male. It seemed like they weren't one for hellos. "Nothing, dearest," he commented directly afterwards. "And it's my pleasure to meet you, Alexander."
Each one to arrive, besides Marko, had commented upon Alexander's friendliness. While he definitely agreed with their paranoia, Maverick held the facade of wanting to be everyone's best friend to gain their utmost respect. All he wanted was information. If they were going to keep that from him, then things would not be well. "No need to be afraid of strangers," A wicked smile met his lips. Yellow teeth shone in the bright sun (ironic, isn't it?). "We're all friends here, aren't we, Alexander?" With that said, a cracked hand aimed to reach over towards Alexander's shoulder and hold him dear. An intense gaze would meet his.
Even so, he pulled away seconds later. As the three spoke, he noticed that they all had sharpened fangs. "Pointy," Maverick mumbled under his breath with a slight snicker that could be heard from the surrounding group. It seemed to be true...
Vampires.
So it was true? This place held the mysticalities of the world within it's grasp, all because they had something in common. Similar to the Berserkers, they all seemed to hold a common goal and mindset, yet their's was tied to physicality rather than mentality. How interesting. Maverick went through the thought in his head fast though, continuing on with his mini-rambling. "My name is Maverick, as you know, and I am the Ringleader of the Berserkers." He offered a dramatic forward bow. "I'm sure you've heard of our group, but it's safe to also assume you haven't..." If only this could go faster. "Dearest, I'm here to inquire a little predicament between our group." His fingers interlocked underneath his chin as he raised his eyebrows towards the three that had gathered. "Perhaps we can benefit off one another...?" Always being a leech like always. Anything to make him the bigger player on the battlefield though.
Though, his words fell off as Rialto held out a hand. Maverick's face curled in frustration, one hand folding into a fist as he let out a huff. 'The hell?'
/ninja'd
Finally. Alexander's call brought over his brown gaze. It seemed as if his panties got all tangled apparently, but with this guy's attitude, Maverick would bet it was the other way around. Pulling away from his steed with a pat to his horse's neck, he offered a nod in greeting to the other male. It seemed like they weren't one for hellos. "Nothing, dearest," he commented directly afterwards. "And it's my pleasure to meet you, Alexander."
Each one to arrive, besides Marko, had commented upon Alexander's friendliness. While he definitely agreed with their paranoia, Maverick held the facade of wanting to be everyone's best friend to gain their utmost respect. All he wanted was information. If they were going to keep that from him, then things would not be well. "No need to be afraid of strangers," A wicked smile met his lips. Yellow teeth shone in the bright sun (ironic, isn't it?). "We're all friends here, aren't we, Alexander?" With that said, a cracked hand aimed to reach over towards Alexander's shoulder and hold him dear. An intense gaze would meet his.
Even so, he pulled away seconds later. As the three spoke, he noticed that they all had sharpened fangs. "Pointy," Maverick mumbled under his breath with a slight snicker that could be heard from the surrounding group. It seemed to be true...
Vampires.
So it was true? This place held the mysticalities of the world within it's grasp, all because they had something in common. Similar to the Berserkers, they all seemed to hold a common goal and mindset, yet their's was tied to physicality rather than mentality. How interesting. Maverick went through the thought in his head fast though, continuing on with his mini-rambling. "My name is Maverick, as you know, and I am the Ringleader of the Berserkers." He offered a dramatic forward bow. "I'm sure you've heard of our group, but it's safe to also assume you haven't..." If only this could go faster. "Dearest, I'm here to inquire a little predicament between our group." His fingers interlocked underneath his chin as he raised his eyebrows towards the three that had gathered. "Perhaps we can benefit off one another...?" Always being a leech like always. Anything to make him the bigger player on the battlefield though.
Though, his words fell off as Rialto held out a hand. Maverick's face curled in frustration, one hand folding into a fist as he let out a huff. 'The hell?'
/ninja'd
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