edge of the world
11-15-2016, 05:10 PM
Xolan is still, the only part of him moving are the strands of his fur in the breeze. It was not long before the canine spotted him, and the stranger wasted no time in approaching. He moved strangely; the canine appeared to be emaciated and walking on stilts, and yet, he was graceful. Soundless as he crossed over the terrain. Light as a feather.
The male spoke, an accent playing upon his words. Ah, another foreigner, but they were clearly not from the same region. And finally, Xolan moved; his brow quirked upwards. A small, but poignant gesture. The strange looking canine had an ego, and it was ever more apparent. The way he moved, they way he looked, and then how he spoke.
Xolan did not remove his gaze from the male; auric eyes werent quite mesmerised, but he was definitely not making any type of effort to hide his staring.
"What are you? He asked, in his usual blunt way. He was not a man of pleasantries or small talk, and perhaps, that was why he was always alone. His own accent, Grecian in nature, painted his words. A Mediterranean man far, far from home, but it seemed like the canine was not any closer to his.
The male spoke, an accent playing upon his words. Ah, another foreigner, but they were clearly not from the same region. And finally, Xolan moved; his brow quirked upwards. A small, but poignant gesture. The strange looking canine had an ego, and it was ever more apparent. The way he moved, they way he looked, and then how he spoke.
Xolan did not remove his gaze from the male; auric eyes werent quite mesmerised, but he was definitely not making any type of effort to hide his staring.
"What are you? He asked, in his usual blunt way. He was not a man of pleasantries or small talk, and perhaps, that was why he was always alone. His own accent, Grecian in nature, painted his words. A Mediterranean man far, far from home, but it seemed like the canine was not any closer to his.