05-02-2011, 02:25 PM
(my muse was still way low, but I put something together)
Saluce sat idly on top of his mount, not really frustrated or pissed, no he sat there with almost a bewildered look at the young boy. His armor had worked perfectly it seemed, the boy was scared to death. The behemoth listened to his frightened words, ears perking up on his head as he did, wondering why someone would have to apologize so profusely for apparently nothing. With a shake of his head his massive frame came off the horse, landing on the ground with a thud. Saluce looked over the smaller coyote now, appraising him for his physical worth, eyes of blue eating away at the warmth between them.
Finally he shook his head in annoyance, too much apologizing, too much childlike behavior, too much immaturity for his liking. The man’s face became stern before he addressed the young boy proper.
“For Christ’s sake boy, if you are genuinely not a threat to Dahlia then calm yourself.” Such weakness… it was always present wherever he went. No one seemed to stand for their own beliefs anymore and even less could look him in the eyes and state their intentions. True this world was different from where he came from, much more attention was paid to submissive and assertive behavior instead of meeting each other’s stare to determine their worth.
“If you truly mean no harm, then I can escort your through Dahlia toward your pack, could cut a lot of time off your trip. But first, I need to know if you’ve seen Conor Soul. He stood a bit shorter than eye, his coat was warm copper color, and his eyes a lilac purple. He might have had a small child with him. You haven’t seen him have you?,” it wouldn’t matter much, he guessed he hadn’t seen anything and would run as soon as he had the chance.
Saluce’s hands settled around his waist as he waited for the boys answer, it was only fair for him to escort him through Dahlia to his homeland, he had scared the daylights out of him.
Saluce sat idly on top of his mount, not really frustrated or pissed, no he sat there with almost a bewildered look at the young boy. His armor had worked perfectly it seemed, the boy was scared to death. The behemoth listened to his frightened words, ears perking up on his head as he did, wondering why someone would have to apologize so profusely for apparently nothing. With a shake of his head his massive frame came off the horse, landing on the ground with a thud. Saluce looked over the smaller coyote now, appraising him for his physical worth, eyes of blue eating away at the warmth between them.
Finally he shook his head in annoyance, too much apologizing, too much childlike behavior, too much immaturity for his liking. The man’s face became stern before he addressed the young boy proper.
“For Christ’s sake boy, if you are genuinely not a threat to Dahlia then calm yourself.” Such weakness… it was always present wherever he went. No one seemed to stand for their own beliefs anymore and even less could look him in the eyes and state their intentions. True this world was different from where he came from, much more attention was paid to submissive and assertive behavior instead of meeting each other’s stare to determine their worth.
“If you truly mean no harm, then I can escort your through Dahlia toward your pack, could cut a lot of time off your trip. But first, I need to know if you’ve seen Conor Soul. He stood a bit shorter than eye, his coat was warm copper color, and his eyes a lilac purple. He might have had a small child with him. You haven’t seen him have you?,” it wouldn’t matter much, he guessed he hadn’t seen anything and would run as soon as he had the chance.
Saluce’s hands settled around his waist as he waited for the boys answer, it was only fair for him to escort him through Dahlia to his homeland, he had scared the daylights out of him.