there's an albatross around your neck
03-30-2014, 07:00 PM
| Altavro Of The Nomads |
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The white female took a moment to react to his question, but when she did, well, Altavro found himself even more confused than ever. She was staring at him, gaze locked on his form, and Altavro shuffled his paws uncomfortably as the seconds grew out and still said nothing - and then that laugh. Altavro's ears pricked in her direction, but still he remained silent as she laughed joyously. It was a refreshing sight to see such happiness, but he wasn't sure what had spurred it. Was he that funny? He had only been trying to check on a potentially dead wolf - who was still laying in the surf, not reacting at all to the water. How weird. Polly? His name definitely wasn't Polly. But the 'big yellow polly' certainly described him. Altavro remained silent, confusion painted across his features as her paws caught against his fur, blank gaze still fixed on his eyes. "My name is Altavro?" His statement was unsure; Altavro was quite caught off guard by this female's antics. "Not Polly. Are you alright?" He went back to his previous statement, examining the white figure for any exterior wounds. There were no obvious wounds on her body, but there could be internal injuries or something that he could not see immediately. Altavro was walking on eggshells around this wolf, unsure of what was going through her mind, but still determined to help her if she needed help. He was a Nomad, and he wasn't going to let a little thing like a communication barrier stop him if she was injured, which was still his best explanation for why she was lying in the sand like a dead wolf. At least he knew for sure that she wasn't comatose anymore. "What's your name?" His tone was a little bit more brisk than it had been when he first reached out to her - Altavro was still determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, and the cryptic comments weren't helping him figure out what was wrong. |