11-04-2011, 08:58 AM
Isildoro glanced sideways to the man he’s spoken to, watching his reaction to his own words. Raising an eyebrow slightly, the demon watched the reaction, finding it both slightly amusing and very interesting observing how he seemed to be enjoying his voice. Letting out a very soft, barely audible chuckle before he quickly bowed his head, glancing up through his hair as he listened to the man’s answer.
“It’s appreciated, to know one is not alone in this situation” He murmured lowly, nodding very slightly to show he had heard and would remember the other’s name. Finally, he lifted his gaze to stare at the other man with the celestial like hair. Wrinkling his nose slightly, his eyes narrowed a little as he finally recognised what exactly he was meant to be. Wonderful, just wonderful, he had to be one of the creatures his own kind fought against for centuries. Shaking his head slightly, Isildoro lowered his gaze again. The fact that... Naya’Il, hadn’t said or implied what rank he was in this harem, clearly suggested that he was of higher rank than himself or Afanassii. “You need not keep secrets from us Naya’Il, what is your duty in this harem?” He questioned, voice betraying his slight dislike of the other by being far too sweet for it to be truthful. Normally the demon didn't take such a quick disliking to most people, but this time seemed to be an exception.
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