Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[spirit_queen]

Svana made a visible effort to ignore him. He wasjust being a bully.

[Miranda_]

Fenrir in fact didn't mean anything bad by it; he was just stating facts. He always saw things in black and white.

[spirit_queen]

Ezhno came in then, for he was exploring the house; the way things appeared to him had changed a lot form the confused impressions of a baby, and he wanted to re-familiarize himself with the house.

[Miranda_]

Fenrir looked at Ezhno. "Never seen you round here before; you new or something?"

[spirit_queen]

"I'm Helena's son." Ezhno said. His voice was deep and mostly indifferent, but it wasn't as cold as his father's. he had golden skin and eyes to match. He knew he wouldn't have to explain who his father was, for there was only one male deity with skin remotely similar to his own.

[Miranda_]

"Ah, I get it. Anubis' son. Guess they finally did that spell to make you older. I'm Fenrir."

[spirit_queen]

"Hello, Frenrir. You may call me Ezhno." Ezhno said. "It's an interesting name... it means 'he who walks alone'."

[Miranda_]

"Dunno what mine means; guess my parents thought it sounded good."

[spirit_queen]

Ezhno eyed him a minute, then the clothes that he was boroowing, which were too short. "You seem to wear a size that I would. Could I borrow your clothes? The ones I'm currently borrowing are small."

[Miranda_]

"Guess so. I'll tell you what clothes it's alright for you to borrow, til you can get your own."