Mind Your Elders [Abraxas]
10-14-2017, 01:29 PM
The sudden commotion outside his den brought Seth's deformed muzzle up, bright eyes staring warily out into the brightness. Oh, what now? His stub of a tail twitch, oversized ears following suit, and finally with a sigh the dwarf dragged himself to his paws. It was better to find out what his family was up to now, little as he wanted to subject himself to the possibility of being given to his aunt Pyralis as a gopher again, rather than wait to find out later and have something bite him in the ass.
Knowing his aunt, that might be literal.
He poked his head out of the crack in the rock, blinking a moment to adjust to the light, before the rest of him followed in his peculiar hopping gait. He kept his face carefully smooth, his eyes very carefully wide and innocent and a wag of appeasement shifting his bobbed tail against his hindquarters as he sidled up towards his gathering family. He, very very carefully did not even glance toward aunt Pyralis, instead keeping his gaze locked on his uncle's chin. Beside his much taller, more graceful relatives, the dwarf far more closely resembled a dhole than a wolf, a comparison he could not help but make with the familiar sting of bitterness.
"Good morn, Uncle Amon," he greeted the current patriarch with a smooth unctuousness. "How rare to see... so many of our family together these days," he added with a faint question deliberately injected into his tone.
Knowing his aunt, that might be literal.
He poked his head out of the crack in the rock, blinking a moment to adjust to the light, before the rest of him followed in his peculiar hopping gait. He kept his face carefully smooth, his eyes very carefully wide and innocent and a wag of appeasement shifting his bobbed tail against his hindquarters as he sidled up towards his gathering family. He, very very carefully did not even glance toward aunt Pyralis, instead keeping his gaze locked on his uncle's chin. Beside his much taller, more graceful relatives, the dwarf far more closely resembled a dhole than a wolf, a comparison he could not help but make with the familiar sting of bitterness.
"Good morn, Uncle Amon," he greeted the current patriarch with a smooth unctuousness. "How rare to see... so many of our family together these days," he added with a faint question deliberately injected into his tone.
