lupei
What the truth is, I can't say anymore
The blue is all he’s ever known. Lupei reasons that even if he had his sister’s useless ability to change color, he probably wouldn’t use it. The melding of greens and blues across his body is something he’s rather fond of, though he wishes it wouldn’t stick to the few offspring that carry it around with them. Lestrade comes to mind here, but the wolf pushes that little splinter to the back of his thoughts for later, when he wasn’t trying to enjoy the tawny she-wolf’s company. “Don’t turn into a narcissitic primadonna on me.” He warns her playfully. “I’ve had to share my childhood with one and to say she got on my nerves was an understatement.” He recalls. Dacia had come dangerously close to receiving a mangled scar across her pretty face when she provoked Lupei - but their mother had always put a stop to his rage before he could commit the crime.
“Not a new development.” He chuckles, he’d known since the day he was born that he was a shifter. It had only been a matter of practice to work out how to control it. When he’d met Zojja the first time, he hadn’t really had a good grip on anything in his life, much less his second body. His fire manipulation though, that was something new to him, but controlling it had come as easily as killing its original wielder. Her smile excites him, and Lupei’s tail mirrors her own as she reveals her enjoyment at having been reunited.
“I am a male, after all. To deny some wayward mare her wish to raise a little rugrat would be … cruel of me, don’t you think?” He jokes, watching Zojja carefully as she slides onto her belly. “Especially when I’m so … capable.” He teases, mouth widening in a smirk as he winks a solitary blue eye at her. Of course, Lupei was well aware that Zojja was not some wayward mare, and the last thing she was searching for was a willing donor. But, if the situation ever did arise, the blue-green brute would always be more than happy to step up to the plate.
“No lunatics for me.” He replies, rising to a standing position before slinking closer to his companion. “I’ve been too busy exploring Beqanna, as you can tell.” He chuckles. His right ear quirks, head soon following to test the wind. Deer, probably. “But my bachelor days are coming to an end. I think I’ll attempt to stay in one place now, the Chamber, and see how much trouble I can stir up there.” He had other plans, obviously, but there was no need to indulge Zojja about his life. “What about you, hmm?” He questions, eyes turning back to peer down at her with intrigue. “Are you here to stay, or just passing through?”
