Post by Kazimir on Sept 1, 2014 20:29:43 GMT
Health: 72/72
Last Ate: Day 8
Kazimir listened quietly, smiling just a bit. Despite the female's protests, he would be allowed a chance. "I'm not sure what I could do to prove myself, aside from showing my loyalty over time," he replied, sitting up a little straighter. This male certainly was restless, to say the least. Was it a lack of confidence that prompted him to stay moving? Well, there were a multitude of wounds littering his pelt, so it would make sense. Perhaps he had come close to losing a challenge.
"Of course, I will keep my distance from your den. Thank you, for giving me a chance," he bowed a bit, flashing a grin. "I don't believe I introduced myself. My name is Kazimir, pleased to meet you." He got to his paws, then bowed forward. It was an old custom, seldom used anymore, but in his birth pride it was common practice. "I assume you want me to stay clear of any cubs, as well?" He finally stood to his full height, slightly taller than Ashur but lacking a bit of hard muscle from his time in veterinary care. What was left of his tail curled up over his back.
Ashur's assumptions about his balance were true, he wasn't as quick to turn and his reflexes were a little off, but since the injury had occurred in his third fight in the ring, he had learned to compensate, at least for the most part. He lowered his head just a little, so that Ashur's eyes were higher than his. These little acts of submission were always required in his birth-pride, whether you were and immigrant or not. His father had been a little less than kind, to say the least.
Last Ate: Day 8
Kazimir listened quietly, smiling just a bit. Despite the female's protests, he would be allowed a chance. "I'm not sure what I could do to prove myself, aside from showing my loyalty over time," he replied, sitting up a little straighter. This male certainly was restless, to say the least. Was it a lack of confidence that prompted him to stay moving? Well, there were a multitude of wounds littering his pelt, so it would make sense. Perhaps he had come close to losing a challenge.
"Of course, I will keep my distance from your den. Thank you, for giving me a chance," he bowed a bit, flashing a grin. "I don't believe I introduced myself. My name is Kazimir, pleased to meet you." He got to his paws, then bowed forward. It was an old custom, seldom used anymore, but in his birth pride it was common practice. "I assume you want me to stay clear of any cubs, as well?" He finally stood to his full height, slightly taller than Ashur but lacking a bit of hard muscle from his time in veterinary care. What was left of his tail curled up over his back.
Ashur's assumptions about his balance were true, he wasn't as quick to turn and his reflexes were a little off, but since the injury had occurred in his third fight in the ring, he had learned to compensate, at least for the most part. He lowered his head just a little, so that Ashur's eyes were higher than his. These little acts of submission were always required in his birth-pride, whether you were and immigrant or not. His father had been a little less than kind, to say the least.