09-09-2014, 08:17 AM
He does not ask her to elaborate. For one thing he's only just met her, this wolf of the Fianna, and one does not greet a potential friend or ally by asking for their life story. Perhaps some other time their paths will cross again, some night when the moon is not so heavy with the promise of burning Rage and explosive tempers. Even Yukito feels the pull of Luna's influence with his scant amount of Rage.
For another thing, he feels it. Before Firebrand stops he feels it. Or rather, he becomes aware that he's feeling something, and he has been feeling it for some time. The very ground beneath his feet seems to vibrate through the soles of his shoes and suddenly he wants very much to remove them. He turns his head in the direction that the ahroun points, gaze turning sharp toward some distant point in those looming, shadowed formations before he gives a solemn nod.
Looking at Morgan his chin lifts and the corners of his mouth raise in a polite smile. "Thank you, Firebrand-yuf. It was good to meet you." He offers her his hand. If she takes it, Yukito shakes it once, his calloused grip firm, before releasing her with a nod.
Turning his attention to the formations, he says - because not saying it would make his muscles ache and his skin twitch and his entire being feel wrong somehow - "Shitsurei shimasu." Stepping away, he ripples through forms until he is a small and lean shadow of a wolf. He's gone in a blink, traveling swiftly on four feet and disappearing into the shadows.
[thank you for letting me crash your intro, Jacqui!]
For another thing, he feels it. Before Firebrand stops he feels it. Or rather, he becomes aware that he's feeling something, and he has been feeling it for some time. The very ground beneath his feet seems to vibrate through the soles of his shoes and suddenly he wants very much to remove them. He turns his head in the direction that the ahroun points, gaze turning sharp toward some distant point in those looming, shadowed formations before he gives a solemn nod.
Looking at Morgan his chin lifts and the corners of his mouth raise in a polite smile. "Thank you, Firebrand-yuf. It was good to meet you." He offers her his hand. If she takes it, Yukito shakes it once, his calloused grip firm, before releasing her with a nod.
Turning his attention to the formations, he says - because not saying it would make his muscles ache and his skin twitch and his entire being feel wrong somehow - "Shitsurei shimasu." Stepping away, he ripples through forms until he is a small and lean shadow of a wolf. He's gone in a blink, traveling swiftly on four feet and disappearing into the shadows.
[thank you for letting me crash your intro, Jacqui!]