Killian Cetus
'A gentleman is simply a patient wolf.'
Tagged ;; Sara
Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence.
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...
--Zombie --The Cranberries
[ Also Oliverules you do know they are still outside right ? Just sorta confused cause you put room twice plus like Mulin was prob in a tree I doubt Robin is that tall you know haha ]
Killian frowned, glad today wasn't the night of the blood moon he'd never considered the fact that saliva might mutate a person. "It's possible. That a wolf gene from the saliva might have caused him to mutating," he said slowly. "I've never seen it myself, but it's quiet possible," killians ears flicked back just at the thought of someone even remotely like him. It'd been a long time sense he'd seen another werewolf and he'd never turned anyone, just killed.
His flicked back up, scolding himself for looking like some pitiful dog that just got yelled at by it's owner. He stood back up, towering over the girl again, a cross look settling on his face. "I'd like to meet this boy," his tail was swaying behind him in an irritated motion. Perhaps this boy would be a good one to turn. Butchers were usually very strong from working all the time lugging carcasses around, he wouldn't mind having someone else strong in his pack.
Now thinking about it he didn't think he had seen any men really in the town. He frowned slightly his eyes narrowing, that was very odd. He turned back towards Sara curious now ,"Why aren't there men in this town?" In his experience when men an older boys heard the howls of a wolf they came running trying to protect what they saw as theirs. Not unlike a wolf really. However no one had come to fight him off, which could only mean there weren't a large enough amount of men to think they could take him down.