Following My Own Path

The Noble work up, startled and scraggly with his hair sticking up on end and his tail sprawling off the side of his bed until it curled over his lap. His eyes were bloodshot, irritated through which sleep had become less manageable in the time of the Queen's absence. Connor rubbed his face in long, circular motions, groaning into his soft palms and forearm that stroked against his brows, a set of fingers raking through his thin-cut dark brown hair. Lately he has been experiencing larger amounts of nightmares occurring in his only slumber, this affecting his daily routines and time for work to be made. Luckily he had been able to sell an estimation of five guitars and two basses to some fortunate customers that walked into his work-place, leaving him enough money to supply his needs for a month tops. He didn't really feel the need to ask for a raise, for he was paid on these lands personally as an assistant to the Queen. She agreed to give him a reasonable price, to which he fought her over slightly in disregard that now they were an item, and she did not need to pay him for his duties, but she persisted. He had her to thank for that, and without the money, he would still love her all the same, if only he could pull some better moves to really 'woo' her, or, however they say these days. He shook his head.

Getting up, he yawned and groggily put on a fresh pair of jeans he found folded in his drawers, along with a slim-fitting grey, long-sleeved shirt. The perfect casual outfit for a quick walk through the lands for wondering newbies. Once he was finished using the bathroom, brushing his hair and teeth, he made sure to look himself over before grabbing a blue scarf and wrapped it loosely around his neck and drape over his chest. He admired the outfit he wore and nodded in agreement to his choice before walking out the door and shutting it carefully with a 'click' to ensure that it was locked. His fingers jingled the keys as he strolled further onto the sidewalk and put them into his pockets, keeping his head high and black ears pointed while his single-white ringed, black tail whipped pleasantly behind him. A simple smile creased at the corners of his lips as he walked onwards, enjoying the peace and silence the village had always possessed and nodding his head to the little tune he hummed. As he got closer to the boundaries to which surrounded their territories, he sensed something different, but comforting, as it was another of his kind. Sniffing the air, he made a soft purr unintentionally and pointed his nose into the direction to where it was most strongest. His olive orbs batted quietly before he got a mild hold of the scent and casually followed towards it. Without a doubt, a man stood at the end, waiting patiently for another, though his eyes proved little of his suspicions. Connor tilted his head before raising his hand in welcome, waving to him while he moved closer to a safe-distance from the mere other. "Good evening, fox. I am the Noble of these lands to which we, the Mora, own. You may refer to me as Noble Connor, or simply Connor is fine." He smiled and put out his hand kindly to the man, welcoming him to the Queen's kingdom and the happy place she owned for their safety. "How may I be of your service?" He asked, curling his tail around his leg and uncurling too and fro.

"Pleasure to meet you, Evan." He replied, his smile still intact while his eyes flitted back and forth to register all of the man before him. Connor brushed a set of fingers roughly through his hair before sliding it back down to his side. He had a habit with doing that, one of which he wished to break, but at this point it had sadly become a part of his instincts. His olive eyes were level with the Kitsune's as he spoke, averting them down to his scarf and laughing once while nodding his head, "Thanks, man. Got a great deal on it too." He remembered as to where he got it, and he couldn't help but to buy it for the cheap price they had tagged onto the fabric. As his hand grazed against the material and along the strip, he removed it to stuff back into his back-pockets after rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and leaning on his heels. The Neko scratched the incoming stubble across his chin and cracked his neck before returning Evan's attention, "It would be an honor to have you apart of our ranks, but first, I must know of what all you are capable of. What abilities or strengths do you have, and if you were to be given a rank, would you represent it with your best and purest loyalty to the Queen that leads us?" Connor's cat ears rotated into a half-circle till they faced the back of his head, his nose wrinkling slightly before he rubbed it with a free hand and sniffed hard. Perhaps he was getting a cold, he thought, blinking a couple times and then looking back at Evan to see as to what he would say.