<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> River<br/><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Lotsa lip flappin'<br/><strong>Tagged</strong> Any at Al'Mar. </div><br/><em>"I'd personally like to hoard you sometime."</em><br/><br/>"Who can blame ya? I'd hoard me too if I were you. " He said in a casual matter-of-fact tone. He smirked a bit though. And though he hadn't paid it much mind during this trip...the midst of a mission isn't really the place to discuss complex matters, or so he figured...he did want to catch Keiran later under less chaotic circumstances and learn more about these Totem Warrior things he kept mentioning.<br/><br/><em>"Trust me, if you've got them on your side, you'll go far. It won't always be pretty, but you'll go far."</em><br/><br/>He arched a brow and smirked "You're the first one I've mentioned 'those three' to who hasn't looked at me like I grew a third head. What's the big deal about them anyway? Weird talking animals. Big deal. Get me drunk enough and i'll show you a talking animal. " Though he made light of it, he figured there had to be more to these talking critters other than the distinct possibility they were each the last of their kind...millions of ravenous new supernatural predators and demons had been almost as unkind to earth's native animal species as they'd been to earth's native sentient species. But people either didn't know or didn't want to speak about it. Amilcar seemed flippant enough on the subject to share what he knew.<br/><br/>He was distracted before Amilcar answered by Abby. And though he'd found himself smiling when she first leaned up to whisper that smile gradually shifted into an expression of disgust, revulsion, and even a bit of shame as she described her treatment. As if simply by having a penis, he shared some degree of guilt by ascocciation with those men. Most Homestead men he'd met seemed normal enough, insofar as anyone can be described as normal nowadays. Just the right mix of mistrust, paranoia, and distaste for outsiders he expected from everyone. He never would have guessed that they went home and did such petty and mean things to their own.<br/><br/>Before he could find the words to express some sort of response however, he suddenly found himself faced with a flaming red vampiric hurricane. Okay. Clearly she was not an Aycee Deecie fan. Think fast River! "Ummm....I think there's a few Metallicas in there too..."<br/>