08-21-2012, 07:47 PM
Raoth looked over to Aro, ears flattening as he saw the wolf approach. The scolding was soft, but he had still managed to disappoint his master. He would have made up for it and apologized if he'd been able to. Instead his tail just lowered, tail tucking in submissively. The arm around his shoulders made Raoth uncomfortable. Aro did touch him a lot, and Raoth was getting used to the sensation. It was just odd, always expecting a blow and having none come forwards. He didn't nestle in, just accepting it. Rather like how he'd put up with Dhiate flirting with him, as uncomfortable as that made him feel.
Did he have to explain everything to this stranger? The coyote snarled, a protest against having his weakness exposed before someone that he didn't know. He still didn't move, but having Aro explain to everyone that he didn't have a tongue was awkward. He'd much prefer they thought he just didn't want to talk to them. The disgusting noises he'd been reduced to bothered him to no end. Even worse, it sounded like his master knew exactly what he'd been trying to do. No explaining his way out of this one. Not that Aro would probably have believed him anyways.
It wasn't travel that he wanted. Raoth wished that he could tell Aro what he wanted. His freedom. It was frustrating, having it right in his grasp and unable to grasp it. Raoth didn't even know what he'd do if he did become free. He liked fighting. It gave him an excuse to hit others. That was about the extent of what he really wanted to do though. His anger controlled his life. The growls grew in tempo as the stranger spoke, questioning Aro's choices. That was his master that was being judged! He didn't ask for this stranger to interrupt him. He looked at the bird, thinking how alike they were. Raoth didn't particularly like others either.
Did he have to explain everything to this stranger? The coyote snarled, a protest against having his weakness exposed before someone that he didn't know. He still didn't move, but having Aro explain to everyone that he didn't have a tongue was awkward. He'd much prefer they thought he just didn't want to talk to them. The disgusting noises he'd been reduced to bothered him to no end. Even worse, it sounded like his master knew exactly what he'd been trying to do. No explaining his way out of this one. Not that Aro would probably have believed him anyways.
It wasn't travel that he wanted. Raoth wished that he could tell Aro what he wanted. His freedom. It was frustrating, having it right in his grasp and unable to grasp it. Raoth didn't even know what he'd do if he did become free. He liked fighting. It gave him an excuse to hit others. That was about the extent of what he really wanted to do though. His anger controlled his life. The growls grew in tempo as the stranger spoke, questioning Aro's choices. That was his master that was being judged! He didn't ask for this stranger to interrupt him. He looked at the bird, thinking how alike they were. Raoth didn't particularly like others either.