The Third Wheel
09-12-2014, 07:38 AM
The approach of another would catch the brown male off-guard. He had thought the scents stale enough that maybe he would be alone here, allowed to examine the ship and leave. But it seemed that was not the case, for an ivory woman had come without trying to hid her presence. When his mismatched gaze fell upon her a question, rumbling from her chest with a low growl, would leave her lips. Worry gripped Biull, his words caught in his throat. He worried about getting attacked by this woman, torn to shreds simply because she felt like it. Ears would flick back some. He wasn?t exactly the strongest... And had little faith in his own ability. Yet when she spoke again her voice was soft and quiet. But Biull was uncertain. There was a slight edge to it... He could feel it there, ready to turn on him like the sharpest blade. Biull would try to keep himself calm, however, to not betray his weakness. But perhaps she had already caught on to his initial surprise; his initial fear. Biull would adjust himself, keeping his gaze upon her, tail kept low. He would run if need be. He felt like, maybe, he might be able to outrun her if it came down to it. ?I wasn?t... Claimed...? His words were soft. They had fallen into this habit, some words being dropped, as if he hadn?t gotten enough air to speak them. ?...Curiosity... Alone... Sister and her mate together... Felt... Burden.? There was a bit of frustration at his own voice, his inability to properly speak. He was hoping, as he spoke more, that maybe his voice would recover. But there was more to it than that.... Something psychological that discouraged him from speaking louder, or, in some cases, at all. Walk "Talk" Think |