A mob marches to their feet
05-10-2014, 04:18 AM
As larger grey man would begin to become more aggressive, he would stay relaxed and content, his lime gaze trained on the grey man's silver irises. He would be relaxed, yet show submission to show he would not be a threat to this man. His ears would flatten as he would give a slow nod of respect. "Utmost apologizes, mister Sinclair. I do not wish for any violence, and I promise I shall not address you by any other name but Sinclair." The rusty brujo would lie down, appearing small in the grass. His plan was not working too well. Perhaps he should watch his words more closely around this man, especially since he seemed of so much royalty and used the royal 'we' and 'us'. Inside of his mind, he would give a sigh of annoyance. Perhaps this grey man was simply not worth his time, but that element could only be used to reveal if it was or wasn't. "Speech" |
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