Mood Is A Thing For Cattle [Amos]
01-07-2018, 11:13 AM
Amos maintained his typical, friendly demeanor as he sauntered over to the other boy. This guy's coat wasn't too dissimilar from Amos' own. It just had a lot more light, ashy colored markings, and leaned towards a softer earthier hue than Amos' dark slate. He was also taller than a lot of strangers Amos had talked to so far. Well, except for Angelus, he'd been super tall. Or... was it just that Amos was very little when he met the giant? No, he was quite sure that the man had been a massive, mountain of a wolf. "M' name's Amos Allantide. What's yours?" his mismatched eyes shimmered with endless depths of curiosity and a certain friendly hopefulness. He was always trying to make friends, to socialize and get along with anyone and everyone. He came to sit not too far from Ashiel, but a respectful distance so he didn't push into the other boy's bubble. Tail sweeping the sand gently, he eventually asked, "You wouldn't happen to be much of a fighter, would you?" The subject had been on his mind lately, and it was one of the first things he'd asked Angel so Amos figured why not ask this guy too. Walk. "Speak!" "Think." |