In This New World
09-28-2015, 01:26 AM
He was not surprised when the female reacted to his snarl, in fact he would be rather concerned if she had not. He could very easily have sprung at her and bit into her soft flesh if he so desired. While Cath was very much a fighter, he was not one to jump into a fight over every little thing. While it was hard at times when he wasn't in full control of his feelings, not to just be able to snap when he felt the desire to. But that is exactly why he tried to stay in on top of everything when it boiled down to his emotions, so that he wouldn't let his emotions take him for a ride. He was the one in control, and would not let his disabilities hinder his every waking moment. That is why he tried to calm himself as fast as he could, before anything worse broke out between the two strangers. The tsk of her tongue caught his attention, as if she was going to scold him like some child. He huffed and bit back another growl, eyes closing for another moment as he fought to push down his anger. From what his mother had told him, Mercy struggled with her anger, but did not try to hide it as he did. But Cathaoir did not want the world to be his enemy, and tried hard to be level and calm. Once he thought that he had better control, his minty green eyes found the dark red depths of the stranger. He attempted to smile, but it came off as more of a lopsided smirk. He felt a tad bit uneasy, his fur standing up slightly in his discomfort. The woman was quick to fill in the gaps with her own words, she had only been concerned for him after all. Ears pulled back slightly, he was not used to complete strangers taking an interest of his well being. Unsure of how to reply, the boy simply shrugged his shoulders in a closing sort of matter, not wanting to struggle to find the right words to try and explain himself. It would get him nowhere, and would put him back where he started. With the anger already just below boiling point, he didn't want to do anything to encourage the heavy emotion. He had it under wraps, for now. Stiffing a deep sigh, his weight shifted as he moved to place himself in a seated position, two-toned tail curling around his mismatched paws. Her question about friends and allies had him wondering, his head tilting slightly to the side. She would be open to befriending a complete stranger without knowing so little about them? Gaze narrowing slightly, he sharply inclined his head in a nodding motion. "Guess so. If strangers are your thing. Many different types." he mused softly, his broken and jarring speech filling the silence. She seemed unsure of how to make their conversation go on, and Cathaoir felt embarrassed. Heat flooded to his cheeks as his head hung slightly, uneasily clearing his throat. "Not good at talking." He barked simply, his words a soft mutter. He was unsure if she would even be able to hear him, but that didn't matter too much to the taller man. At her introduction he looked up slightly, taking her name and storing it away. Sunniva. It sounded foreign to his ears, like she was from somewhere exotic and far away. A deep chuckle rumbled in his throat at her awkward ending, making him feel a bit better at his own failed speech. At least he wasn't the only one. "Cathaoir." He replied, not giving her much to go off of. He shuffled again and looked at the pedals drifting around the two of them, pausing to take in the simple beauty of the new growth around them. "This place. Its... new. Growth, and to me." Came his hushed words, a sense of awe in the broken pattern of his speech. |
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