The quiet song of words rang out around him, the seven words making him quiver with humiliation. Who were they to judge? Whoever said that, they've probably fallen before. Everyone has fell before. But some could say Aldoro was slightly clumsy, with his mind always on something. Always. The man swung around curiously, blinking quickly as a blue wolf appeared in front of him. What a strange color...the boy was masked with a darker azure color, along with ear tips, and a full tail of dark blue. But all four of his elbows where lined with white. Strange, but unique. The charcoal man lifted a brow slowly. The smile that was previously curled joyfully across his maw was now replaced with a blunt, unamused expression. If it weren't for his first encounter with Six, he would of ran away from this strange blue boy. But instead he stood tall, glaring at the man with bright bi-colored pools. He decided not to respond to his first statement, but ask him a question of his own. "Oh, and who are you?" Voice came out smoothly, with neither an irritated attitude or happy one. His maw parted slowly only to allow his tongue to roll out and sweep over his lips. This man could probably beat him to a pulp if he wanted to...
"Speech"
