Losing Grip

Quote:"Speech"

Thoughts

He stood as stiff as a statue. Nothing moving but the rain sopping his pelt towards the earth, allowing it to hug his physique like a cold, heartless blanket, soaking across the musculature build that folded over his shoulder and hip. Thick, wide loins ran up each side of his spine, more defined than ever. Thin waist and pencil-like legs carried him forth, a sigh coinciding with another crash of the god's above, like fighting mountains the clouds abruptly hit one another, hot and cold colliding menacingly. As if the sound was for the entertainment of the mortals on the earth... The reaction of the two was different, though he could see this dove was more than distraught about something other than the storm above.

Her alarming and abrupt reactions caused no recoil in the brute, nor did he startle at her movements. Curiously he looked on, dial lowering slowly towards the earth as he kept his distance for a moment, watching her panic attack take her over, and cause for a more or less dangerous outcome if he were to approach her too suddenly. His auds twisted backwards and a small, nearly silent grumble alerted from his throat in protest to the idea of helping this stranger. A sigh followed, something this brute was full of. His great chest expanded and dropped as he surveyed the area around them, another deep roll of thunder exploded overhead and he looked immediately to the damaged fae.

He pushed forward after hearing her words roll from her shaky vocals, quickly he stepped towards her, taking in the idea that a bad reaction from her could ensue, harming him in some way... But the ebony male took his chances, lowering his nose near her own he sniffed for a moment, matching her scent with the one from before, and giving her the chance to identify him. He stepped carefully around her dial, lowering his nose once again towards the fae's left ear, his left foot located on the other side of her tail, attempting to give her a cover for a moment, he quietly spoke to her, brief and as un-alarming as possible. "Come. Let's find you cover, dove." Deep vocals practically a whole octave lower than the storm above them fluttered towards her auds, his dial lifting but not too much higher. He awaited her reaction before stepping away and giving her space to lift herself, his assistance on stand by.