#luxamorte

It’d been a few months since the conflict at Port Dia had driven him-or had he merely chosen a familiar feeling?-to join up with the Nohrian forces.  He was fairly acquainted with the rank and file soldiers, they were much like him, after all.  Still, he had yet to meet the commander of these forces, the one said to wield the Yato, whatever that was. 

It’s time for who’s gonna mess with the dog

     “Ya’ve found yourself at my master’s door, here in th’ lovely Cyrkensia” It’s a purred statement, one of amusement at the question asked to him. Wolfish ears are lifted up, mouth curving into a smile as he folds his arms over his chest. Surely, the city of Cyrkensia was well known but the garou can’t help but mention it, just for the sake. But at least she’d come to the right place, if she were looking for help on getting back to where she had come from.

       “ My braid? I am sure it is MORE than FINE            however, I am honored nonetheless, milady. ”

         Jakob aimed to clear his throat; It was unsightly for him to          let his body language be so easily swayed with this contact.          It was a mere, gentle gesture. Nothing more, nothing less. In          either case however, Jakob did consider this a GREAT honor          from his liege. One he joyously accepted, in form of a simple          smile that had begun to take root upon his expression.

      "𝓘 𝒹𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔰, 𝓘 𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔬𝔡.”