Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies
10-30-2014, 10:37 PM
When Motif stood and told him that everything was okay, it went over his head for a moment. He couldn't stop pacing, the anger still flowing from his lips with the growls. It was only when his second sister stood beside Motif that he realized it was okay, that no one was hurt. His lips took a lot longer than normal to return to their position, and his head was still flashing around, looking for anyone that might be around. Growls died out as he slowed his pacing, but his hackles were not quite settled. Eye twitched as he came to a pause in front of his chocolate sisters, a deep, heavy sigh leaving his lips as golden eyes looked from one to another. "So no one hurt you?" He asked, his voice still rough. It was obvious that he was still on edge, but he was trying to calm himself. He was oblivious to his sisters scent change, if he picked it up he didn't show any signs of it. Ear tips fluttered as he forced himself to sit, eyes closing as he took a few calming breaths. "So what was this news that made you cry out like bloody murder?" He asked, eyes still squeezed tight as he reigned his anger. Now was not the time or place, whatever Rhy had said it was enough to make Motif call out like that. Walk "Talk" Think |
