take it on the other side
06-04-2019, 07:44 PM
Lament Pyre She spoke at first without casting her gaze towards him. She was too intent on her task, and he could respect that. His paw twitched into a teasing smile as he thought of words he would have said, had she been his sister instead of a stranger. As it was, he kept his stoic stance, and waited for an invitation before he would do anything. When she did look towards him, he would sense the jolt that went through her. Her body froze, her hackles raised, and he kept himself calm and still, so as not to frighten her further. He incorrectly thought it was his warriors form, in the strength of his muscles, and the elongated fangs which where an oddity in this land, which had frightened her. He held his calm stance, his expression blank, but his eyes kind. His paw moved very gently, very slowly, beneath him gentle apology, friendly encouragement it said in the language of his people. Ater a time, she regained control of herself, and despite her obvious discomfort, she still invited him to help. He inclined his head towards her in thanks. “You honor me” he said, in acknowledgement of her fighting her fears for him. "I'm Lament Pyre of the Ademre" he introduced himself, as he moved cautiously into the water without getting too close to her. He could respect her discomfort, and would do his best to set her at ease. One he was nearly knee-deep he stopped, and stood very still over the water. He held his stance as though he was a rock, unmoving, unyielding, until the fish regained their confidence. When they began to swim near him once more, he struck. His coiled muscles moving with a fighters grace, as his elongated fangs parted, and clamped on empty air. blast “I fear my shadow alerted them” he said a little sheepishly, dripping water from his maw. So, he didn’t have his former skill, then. Alas, another thing lost. |
