all the fear of the fire at the end of the world
Epitaph Slow, halting strides brought the male further and further into the remnants of the Thicket. It wasn't long before he was met with a voice whose source was camouflaged perfectly amongst the scorched earth. Verdant gaze swept across the foliage until the flash of amber eyes brought the immense feline to his attention. Tattered auds tipped back against his skull, submissive to the superior force before him. He forced his jaws to relax, to drop the hare to the ground before his paws. His tongue seemed to scrape like sandpaper over the damp, cooled fur as it slipped from his maw. His muscles quivered with tension. A ragged cough to clear his throat. "No, I believe she's out with Poem or her mother." he replied softly, unaware that he was being met with sarcasm or rebuttal. "I came looking for you, to apologize." he continued, vocals no more than a persistent rasp. Again, he plucked up the hare. More gently this time, by one of its thick hind legs. He took a few cautious steps closer, not eager to intrude more than he might be allowed into the lion's presence. His tucked tail dared to wag anxiously, its tip worrying at the soft fur of his underbelly. The dark wisp dropped the hare less than a foot from the lion's paws, and retreated a few steps back. "I should not have made assumptions, during the fire." he began hoarsely, emerald gaze fixing itself upon his dark toes. "It was wrong, and it caused undue stress to both you and Motif." Ebon cranium dipped between his shoulders, which rolled forward in anticipation of a blow from the massive creature. "Please forgive me, Miss Cannival." he rasped hesitantly, knowing it was well within her rights to seek her retribution upon his hide. |