09-05-2014, 11:29 PM
Yukito sits back on his haunches, watching the Ahroun curiously. At her huff he lowers his muzzle and closes his eyes briefly. There is a pop!, not like a balloon popping but like bones cracking and muscles and tendons hastily reshaping themselves to fit a smaller, even slimmer frame. Where there was a black wolf, now there crouches a young man. In the sunlight Morgan would see that his wild and disheveled hair is medium brown and highlighted blond. Now those highlight catch a little of the moon's light, making him look silver-streaked despite his youth.
She introduces herself first and he mentally chides himself. That's not how it should be. The etiquette faux pas is alleviated only slightly when he learns that she, too, is new. To this sept or to this city or to this state he doesn't know.
"Hello," he returns, his own voice light and airy. Where the Ahroun is sharp edges and slicing accents, the Ragabash is...well there's no other word for it. He's softer. Gentler.
Rising to his full if shorter height of five feet and seven inches, he says, "I am Senpū, Cliath Ragabash Shadow Lord." The words fit strangely in his mouth, but they feel more familiar each time he uses them. His smile in the moonlight is slight, but no less respectfully friendly for it as he dips his chin and says, "I am also new. I've come to pay my respects. Please forgive me for the intrusion, but could you perhaps direct me to where I make my offering? I was told to give a memory, yes? But it seems I've wandered astray, and I am not used to navigating by these stars." At this he looks up, at the sky, and the moon so nearly full and so very bright, trying to blot out all but the brightest stars in the sky.
She introduces herself first and he mentally chides himself. That's not how it should be. The etiquette faux pas is alleviated only slightly when he learns that she, too, is new. To this sept or to this city or to this state he doesn't know.
"Hello," he returns, his own voice light and airy. Where the Ahroun is sharp edges and slicing accents, the Ragabash is...well there's no other word for it. He's softer. Gentler.
Rising to his full if shorter height of five feet and seven inches, he says, "I am Senpū, Cliath Ragabash Shadow Lord." The words fit strangely in his mouth, but they feel more familiar each time he uses them. His smile in the moonlight is slight, but no less respectfully friendly for it as he dips his chin and says, "I am also new. I've come to pay my respects. Please forgive me for the intrusion, but could you perhaps direct me to where I make my offering? I was told to give a memory, yes? But it seems I've wandered astray, and I am not used to navigating by these stars." At this he looks up, at the sky, and the moon so nearly full and so very bright, trying to blot out all but the brightest stars in the sky.