<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Omar</span><br/><br/>Omar had the features of a wolf, so why not the instincts? He felt every hair on his body stand on end at the arrival of yet another<em>royal</em>family. It wasn't in a wolf's nature to be comfortable in a room full of foxes and that's exactly what the Nydewian were. He was already some what out of place with the catlike Theirian but to add fox to the mix, it didn't settle well in his stomach and Omar lost his appetite.<br/><br/>Most notably was the charming Haidar. As he addressed Omar's father, he couldn't help but feel the natural urge to stalk around the man, and practically did with his eyes, evaluating the man. Omar rose from the table, ignoring those who sat near him- Henrik, Elise... Whoever else had joined them. Against his own comforts, he placed himself in the belly of the beast, approaching the Queen's table where the Kings and Queens dined. He first gave his respects to his father and mother who he would always hold to the highest esteem before giving Queen Lyssa a gracious bow, and then one for even Haidar, "I will only bother you for a short while, Queen Lyssa," he calmly addressed her, speaking lowly so only the two could hear him, "But I am afraid with so many guests to keep your attention that I won't have the chance to properly thank you for your hospitality tonight," he smoothly spoke, eyes keeping those beautiful blue orbs locked with his own mahogany ones, "I hope that I might have the pleasure of keeping you company in your gardens," he said, eyes gleaming with mischievous amusement at those words, "If I hold true to my family name, then I suppose I could learn a thing or two about appreciating beauty."<br/><br/>He paused for a moment, "Perhaps I'm stepping out of line to say this, but you don't look a day older than I. Far too young to be Queen, yet so you are and a damn fine one as far as I can tell," he complimented her before giving a boyish smirk, "Pardon me for my filthy mouth," he apologized, "I some times can't help myself." It would seem that the Prince had other things on his mind than diplomatic matters, but one of a more carnal nature. So fitting of a wolf to be incapable of keeping his urges quiet. His boldness might come as a shock to the Queen, but it was simply the way of the Aserit, though Omar might be a bit sneakier in his approach than the rest of his own kind. Eyes grew some what serious, "I am terribly sorry to hear of the death of your husband," he said, though it was obvious his words held no sorrow and his lips again curved into a slight lopsided grin, "But for what it's worth, you look much better without him plaguing your side." The way he looked at Lyssa was as if he were a wolf who'd just caught scent of a bitch in heat and simply could not control himself. He knew she would be clever enough to understand that she would be more than welcome to keep him company at any given hour. He gave another deep bow, "I do hope we'll be seeing each other soon," he said dismissing himself from her company.