Unsteady Footing

Her fur was of a much darker shade than his, a pure untainted ebony compared to his mottled coat. The color was so pure that with even the slightest movement he could see the flashes of blue that would streak across it, setting it ablaze. Her coat reminded him of raven feathers, black as night yet appearing blue in the right light. Her coat was much prettier than his, much better suited for the chillier weather that was beginning to settle across Alacritis. And not to mention how it made her sea colored eyes stand out greatly. All in all a very pretty woman.


At his words he noticed the smile that curled her jaws. Though she hadn't said anything in return yet, he could feel his own lips turning up at the corners in response. A small part of him reveled in the fact he'd made Eria, a complete stranger, smile. It wasn't that big of a deal, but in his current state of mind, the death of his brother still weighing down heavily on him, even something as insignificant as that mattered. Her pearly dentures peeked out from behind her ebon lips as she thanked him. His shoulders rose to something similar of a shrug in response, plume swishing behind his haunches. I was only saying the truth.


Her returned bow caused the right side of his lips to raise just a little bit higher into a half smile. Maybe making conversation wasn't so bad after all. The pleasure is all mine Eria. he responded almost instantly, liking the smile that took hold of her lips once more. I may be bold guessing, but I assume you are far from home? He waited a moment, hind limbs folding beneath him as he sat, his thoughts momentarily drifting to Octavian and Loccian. Home...He didn't have a home anymore. Not yet anyway. If I had a home, then you would certainly be correct. Audits pinned themselves against his skull, the emotions linked to his brother shining through his visage for a moment before he wiped them away, not wanting Eria to notice. He didn't need others pitying his loss.



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