a paradox

*Maddox* · 04-21-2019, 06:24 PM

Maddox

Her movement backward allowed him a breath of relief he hadn’t realized he needed. His vulnerable state was less than ideal, leaving his mind and body equal parts of stressed; he very much wasn’t use to this feeling which in turn forced his mind to scramble in its efforts to reel his emotions back into its embrace and keep them in check. Even through the turmoil, he trained his face to remain neutral, despite the tight muscles over his body and a tense sway in his tail. Eyes kept their gaze strong, making absolutely sure that every movement from her body was registered. Auricles twitched in interest at the she-wolfs words, only to be stumped at her response; he was pretty sure his face scrunched up in an expression of confusion and slight disgust at her commitment to helping others before seeing that herself remain unharmed.

A click of the tongue was his response to her statement, the disapproval at such devotion for others that are unknown could possibly be dispatched from such a small action. Despite willing himself not to waste his breath, his controlling need to contradict her beliefs willed stronger, "Some call that suicidal,” he spoke curtly "I call it stupidity," his voice gruff with its irritation towards her words. His beliefs were always focused on one’s self, protect, serve, and care for yourself before caring for an unidentified.

Her following report once again threw him through a loop. Her willingness to heal a stranger was admirable in a godly sense, he still considered her rather foolish in whatever sense. "She was a young mother, acting out of instinct rather than tactics. When you fight recklessly you make mistakes,” Maddox said in a dismissive tone; he very much understood how lucky he was to have walked away with his life and barely a mauling; the throb in his hip was a painful reminder as to way he greatly respected a bear’s space.

Maddox’s orbs once again shifted to the she-wolfs bag, her last sentence replaying within his head, confirming his suspicion that she was, indeed, a herbal witch. His mind debated with itself at the idea of allowing someone to touch his person, to invade his personal space at such an enfeebled state. Although, he also understood the serious risk of infection causing him great ailment within the near future. With another click of his tongue, Maddox grumbled before resting his cranium back onto the ground below; eyes of yellow keeping a side glance at the healer. “Unlucky for me, I’m ignorant when it comes herbs and death by infection surprisingly doesn’t sound appealing to me. Do as you wish,” gold continued to watch, granted, he doesn’t feel an aura of danger, he’s misjudged a persona before.

"Speech"

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