Where The Beast Wanders
It had been unintentional, and quickly the situation took a bad turn. The moment those two words left his lips the female before him whipped around, fur bristling, eyes narrowed and ears flat against her skull. She was clearly pissed, a snarl ripping through the air, asking if he had come to shun her too. Shun, why?! He was simply looking to help out whoever was in pain when he came across this sight, he had no intention of pissing anyone off or shunning a soul.
Deivad was clearly taken back by this sudden change in her body language, so much that he had taken a step back and confusion heavy on his face. "What, shun?!" He barked, neither aggressive or friendly, more so a mix of that confusion and uncontrolled surprise. "Your scent miss, I don't mean to stare. I just thought your pheromones were making me see colors along your spine." He explained quickly, wanting to bring the tension down as quickly as possible and bring a more calm atmosphere to the place.
For a moment he swore his heart jumped into his throat, having to gulp and take a deep breath to get the lump out of his pipe and focus in on the situation. "I didn't come with ill intentions, nor shun someone who was able to claim part of a rainbow and weave it into their fur." His voice lowered from its previous high pitch, calming, friendly. His tail hung behind him, body once tense now easing itself as he took a small step forward but still keeping his distance in case the woman continued to try and lash out at him. |