10-13-2018, 07:05 PM
Another member of the group came to greed Ourias. The canine's piercing amber eyes landed on the lion, just for a moment, as the much larger feline spoke, offering an introduction. Sephiroth, the leader. Maybe it was just because of Ourias expecting something different, but the lion didn't strike him as a leader. Not at first glance, anyway. Oh well; Sephiroth must have gotten to where he was somehow. "Ourias. Nice to meet you." Was it really? That would be up for debate, but at least Ourias had some manners. He wasn't about to insult the leader and lose his chance of meeting the other pair.
The cat that had first arrived, the calico, introduced herself and then left. A snort almost left the canine's jaws, until he caught himself. Just barely. Instead, his gaze went to Death again, a small smirk going across his jaws. "She sure is talkative." His sarcastic comment was aimed to be only for the manticore's ears, although he didn't care if the leader heard as long as the lion didn't get on his case.
Another final pull went through his body. Just like with what had happened with Death, Ourias' ears perked up and he waited for Pestilence to arrive. It didn't take long; the fluffy form of the third arrived and took a place next to Death. For a moment, Ourias was caught off guard. He wasn't anywhere near the size of Death, but Pestilence was smaller than what he had expected. And younger, as well. Ourias stared down into Pestilence's blue eyes before the smaller feline wrote down a greeting. Welcome home. Home. It was odd to think about since he had just arrived, but it was true. This was home now.
The canine was about to open his jaws to speak, but Pestilence wrapped around him in a hug before he could. A sort of happiness swelled inside him, and, while he didn't move to hug Pestilence back, he wasn't about to move away any time soon, either.
The cat that had first arrived, the calico, introduced herself and then left. A snort almost left the canine's jaws, until he caught himself. Just barely. Instead, his gaze went to Death again, a small smirk going across his jaws. "She sure is talkative." His sarcastic comment was aimed to be only for the manticore's ears, although he didn't care if the leader heard as long as the lion didn't get on his case.
Another final pull went through his body. Just like with what had happened with Death, Ourias' ears perked up and he waited for Pestilence to arrive. It didn't take long; the fluffy form of the third arrived and took a place next to Death. For a moment, Ourias was caught off guard. He wasn't anywhere near the size of Death, but Pestilence was smaller than what he had expected. And younger, as well. Ourias stared down into Pestilence's blue eyes before the smaller feline wrote down a greeting. Welcome home. Home. It was odd to think about since he had just arrived, but it was true. This was home now.
The canine was about to open his jaws to speak, but Pestilence wrapped around him in a hug before he could. A sort of happiness swelled inside him, and, while he didn't move to hug Pestilence back, he wasn't about to move away any time soon, either.