inner peace

Aryn's condolences for him being cursed earned only a soft hmm for a moment. He couldn't admit to her that the curse was his own fault as well, and he was glad he hadn't, as she continued on and he stiffened, his face and ears suffusing with heat. Yes, as well he hadn't admitted it, since he didn't need any extra form of embarrassment. Beautiful wasn't a term he was super comfortable having ascribed to him. Unique he could accept though he would have preferred to blend in as it was his preferred mode of operation to observe and not to... be observed. He supposed the glow, and the gold color that wrapped his horns, could be considered beautiful and that more than anything was likely what made him dislike it so. Beautiful was a term other wolves used to describe women, objects, places that were aesthetically pleasing, not men who lived a life of fang and claw. There was no use for beautiful. "I don't... like the attention," he rumbled, clearly uncomfortable. "I..." He paused, his ears flickering as he frowned. Was that... he could swear he could hear someone calling out for him. "Do you hear that?"