Where The Ferns Cry
10-07-2014, 06:14 PM
As Biull watched her, further relief would rise in his chest. In his own lack of aggression she seemed to gain a bit more confidence. No, the two had nothing to fear, at least from each other. For Biull it was wonderful to not be met with aggression, or disgust for his more submissive nature. He preferred not to fight, and praise Castiel for protecting him. He would do it to protect Silveris if needed, or on a fray to protect his own life, but he would never initiate it himself. Why cause more bloodshed and hurt when it was unnecessary? Wasn't it more than enough his own sister had to die? He could feel himself relax completely now, his head lifting up so that he was looking at Camille directly. She would return the words in kind, glad to meet him as well. Like him, she was lost. She had nowhere to go, no one she knew... Biull was in a similar boat. Had Silveris and Emery moved on without him? Biull didn't think for long on the matter -- there was strength in numbers after all. "Why not... stay... me?" He would ask gently, head tilting to the side. "We... be... friends." It was a sincere offer, to ease their loneliness. His tail was still low, but it was swishing back and forth hopefully. It was unusual for Biull to openly trust another, almost unheard of, honestly, but when you saw another in a way as if you were looking at your own reflection... you wanted to at least try. Her compliment was so kind too. Biull would shuffle his paws, looking away from her in embarrassment. "Yours too... Honey... what... reminds me..." His raspy, quiet words were even softer now. He wasn't used to getting compliments at all. Gaze would slowly shift back to her, nervously twitching his ears. "Camille... will... stay... me?" Walk "Talk" Think |