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Post by Banez Gladpath on Nov 22, 2010 21:34:18 GMT -5
Banez nodded to Harrier, "And to you." Hunt well? He supposed if he had to hunt Brenthor at same point, that blessing would come in handy. But there went the werewolf alpha, and Banez couldn't help but feel a little more confident as the discussion began sinking into him. He looked back at Chey. "I'll see you in two weeks. Good luck with gathering your fellow werecats," he said genuinely.
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 22, 2010 22:01:24 GMT -5
"And you with your men. Though, I suspect they shall be easier to bring together than my lovely subjects." Chey rolled her eyes. Her fellow werecats definitely needed to work on their people skills...
She extended a small hand towards Banez. "It was a pleasure meeting you. See you in two weeks?"
( *even more headdesk-ing* :/ )
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Nov 22, 2010 22:52:57 GMT -5
"Where my men come in quantity, your subjects have the power to rip vampires' limbs off with just their hands alone. I suppose with strength like that, it's only natural to feel independent." He looked at her extended hand with slight surprise before his armored fingers wrapped around her hand. It was small, but he could practically feel the tension of strength in it, and he briefly imagined the armor being crushed into his fingers should she squeeze hard enough. "It was a pleasure meeting you as well," he gave a small smile. "I'll see you in Tiaelde. Please excuse me, I had better make sure that.. my ambassador didn't get completely lost without me."
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 22, 2010 23:13:52 GMT -5
"Yes, I suppose you are right. But all of that depends on whether or not I can get them to listen. Don't count on strewn vampire limbs just yet." Chey smiled softly, and said smile grew just a bit as he took her hand. While his gauntlets were cold and rough, his grip was almost gentle. It was as if trust had been transfered in that mere handshake.
I believe I could benefit from being on his good side... She thought absently. This is one human I think I will stand by.
She then slipped her hand out of his, and with a slight nod, turned to go. "Have fun with that wonderful ambassador of yours." She was only happy her own did not weigh a questionable amount...
And with that, the young chief was gone.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Nov 22, 2010 23:16:28 GMT -5
(LA FINI!
Or something.)
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