Reflection

Percival Teach · 05-02-2012, 10:33 PM

[[Whatever is in italics, Percival is thinking to himself. He's kinda making a journal entry in his head sort of deal... ;u;]]

He enjoyed the time alone, using the moment to reflect on the events of his day. He'd start off with the last 24 hours, then move onto perhaps the entire week leading up to then, before going to the month, year, until he didn't want to think back any further.
When he went through this ritual, he always made it back to one particular event, before his mind refused to tread deeper.
But for now, Percival Teach was thinking of the here and now, the few hours leading up to the current moments where he sat, grey eyes staring up at the sky, clouded over in a trance.

Today, April 26, 2012...

Percival remembered only seconds before arriving into this semi-secluded area, not consciously intending to end up alone, but even he himself knew the distancing from the rest of society was, deep down, his doing; it was second nature of him to isolate himself, it seemed, even if he was initially unaware that he was doing so.
He sighed heavily, his large jackal-like ears facing forward, standing straight as an arrow as he listening to the soft sounds surrounding him. It was how he preferred it. Cacophony and crowds made Percival quite irritable, so to be free from both was a blessing, and one of which he was graciously going to take full advantage of.

Wander · 05-02-2012, 11:14 PM

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Took some liberties and assumed Perci would be near some of le-waters ;u;

The slave's hum was silent as she worked, slender fingers worked on cleaning and washing the King's fur bedding. Of course, he had never specified as to where she was permitted to work, and the dame was quick to mask her scent, as well as the scent on the hides, and bring them towards neutral territories, where she knew she could work in peace without harassment from higher-ups. The blind woman hadn't practiced proper caution as she waltzed down near the water to wash out the hides, completely oblivious to the jackal hybrid settled there.

That was, at least, until he sighed, and startled her. Wander's humming abruptly came to a stop as she stood upright, whirling about to try and find the source of the sound, hark perked forth upon that slim crown. She hadn't bothered to say anything, having been so caught off-guard by the soft sound. Not even her signature 'Hello?' came forth as she scanned about, in fear that she was compromising Salsola's secrecy. Instead, unsure of what to do, the mottled dame stood there, dumbfounded.

Percival Teach · 05-02-2012, 11:38 PM

[[He would, he loves the water.]]

The wind cooled by the chilly waters was welcomed by the hybrid, Percival finding the feeling relaxing. His closed his eyes for a moment, thinking again to himself.
Before too long, his hard grey eyes were visible once more, a stern look familiar to his face as he glanced around his temporary environment. He could sense another presence close by, and despite not being frightened or threatened quite so automatically, Percival was sure to keep on his toes; he wasn't quick to trust anybody, let alone a complete stranger out in such a lonesome area.
Percival rose slowly, his trance broken by the disturbance.
He stood taller than most other jackals, thanks to the genetics mixed in with his predominant breed. He sighed again, not so much curious about the other individual, but annoyed that he'd been bothered, if only for a brief second.
Not one to willingly meet and great, Percival had no driven desire to introduce himself, and found himself rather content with his most current location.

It wasn't until he actually saw the same that he even cared to observe.
Percival's heart began to race suddenly, his grey eyes going soft, a rare sight never seen. He felt a pain in his stomach that left him uncomfortable, but unable to tear his eyes from her. He shook his head some, as if silently reassuring himself of something, before letting out a heavy sigh. His thoughts typically trailed back to the day when his youngest sibling, his only sister and pure responsibility, was taken from Earth, but it required a series of reflections.
This was instant.

Wander · 05-03-2012, 12:33 AM

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She watched the blurred outline stand, and the dame evaluated it carefully, remaining silent while staring, hark still perked forth as the jackal fellow seemed almost awestruck. It was peculiar to say the least, though the dame could practically feel his grieving through examining his stature, the way he currently was holding and presenting himself, and posture.

She didn't dare move, though she silently examined him for a moment more, up until his sigh, those silver-dipped harks tipping back in slight as he did so, her crown tipping to the right as the ash, silver and cocoa dame continued to watch him with her poor eyesight, milky pupils nestled in jade sights pinned to his location.

Hello, she called softly, feeling almost paranoid for speaking up, as though it would open her for attack. ... A.... Are you alright, sir? Wander continued, his silence unnerving her slightly. The woman shuffled on her feet, her legs taking on an awkward, pigeon-toed stance that caused her to stand upwards more, not that it helped the petite creature look any taller or larger.

Cautiously, the woman took a small, sidling step forward, hands fiddling a bit with themselves before her ribs as she did so.

Are you lost or something...?

Percival Teach · 05-03-2012, 01:35 PM

His movements continued in a slowed fashion, the jackal hybrid still uncomfortable in the presence of this girl. Hardened to their usual state, his silver eyes tried to avoid staring at the dame near by. Percival glanced around, looking to the sky, the grass, the water, anything but her, as it seemed to make the pit in his stomach grow larger.
Despite these efforts, his attention was brought to the woman when she finally spoke.

Percival paused for a moment, unsure if he felt it appropriate to respond. He was afraid to start a conversation with this stranger, though he did not particularly feel threatened by her in general.
He cleared his throat, and with a soft, monotonous voice he answered with his one greeting.

"No, I'm not lost..." Percival muttered, "An' I'm... Alright."

As he spoke, he watched the runt carefully, keeping a defensive posture when she decided to step toward him. Something about her drew him in... Her petite structure, her semi-elongated features that reminded him of his own species, the way she seemed so shy; she reminded him of her.

He cleared his throat again, this time, to suppress a whimper.

"I'm fine, thank ye..." The jackal said quickly, as if in attempt to end the only just initiated conversation; he figured he'd answer this lass, then be on his way, and perhaps then, the feeling of regret that was bubbling quickly to the surface would dissipate.

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