10-16-2010, 08:03 AM
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A cream painted hand continued to rest against the dark material of the bag, and he wondered if he should remain this relaxed around faces that he could not place. First impressions seemed to play a role in a creature’s intentions though, and he could not respond with tension when all he could see was a smile set in a friendly face. The vacant hand rose to stroke against his cream coloured chest, absently tracing the rhythmic paste of a heart infested with the soul’s struggle before falling again. The desire to travel was likely to trigger again if the loner decided to reveal fragments of his story. It would never go so far that Conor would think of his chained position in Dahlia as unfair, but there were dreams of his that he could never pursuit.
However, the answer was brief and discouraged further questions along those lines for now. The next question seemed rather odd as well, but it was not a reckless one, after all. Scent should be able to confirm this alone, so the reply did not jump straight to yes or no. ”You’re observant,” the light compliment sounded, and the golden male’s muzzle dipped quietly to extinguish any possible doubt remaining. ”Keeps strangers away from my lawn.” Like this fellow, so bold and to the point. Conor could easily take a liking to him.