unhinged, unbroken, unbent
sorc
04-13-2023, 06:46 AM
He remains relaxed and maybe even soft as he approaches the tiny creature. Though inherently aggressive, he doesn't fear her. Why wasn't he scared? Why was he... why was he still coming closer? Atropos would not allow herself to look softer, would not allow herself to drop the scowl, but she was intrigued. More than intrigued. The girl doesn't raise her lip, doesn't show her teeth when he's in striking distance. Instead, she all but holds her breath. "You smell nice." It's an out of pocket comment, spoken with the same grumpy scowl. In truth, Atropos wants to bite him. His coat flung over her shoulders, she wants to reach out and just... chomp. But it's the same way a cat wants to bite someone who's just done them a kindness. A little thank you bite. The scowl melts into surprise, before she can think better of it. The girl is confused for a long moment, good confused. She's done nothing but yell at him and here he is being nice. If she was a rational sort of creature, she wouldn't trust it. Atropos is not rational. She burrows into the warmth of the oversized coat, the one that smells like the nice man. "Who are you?" Atropos would disregard his question for a moment. "The north is shit, nothing good grows." Was that a response as to if she needed help? Maybe. Atropos needs help in a way that no one can give, but she's trying. Her complaints are about things outside her control. She wants to complain, complaining would help. She doesn't want him to go. "You are... northern?" He was dressed for the weather. If he was from here, then he had grown. Tall. Tall boy. Atropos shuffled closer to his side, making an attempt to look less menacing than she has until this point. Look a little softer. Just a little. Try, at least. atropos feelin like a freak on a leash you wanna see the light |
Warning: this character is unpredictable and prone to violence. Interact at your own risk. Reader discretion is advised.