The armored stranger criticized him for his behavior and demanded he calm down, but naturally the shaking boy did not; Micah barely heard him over his chattering teeth, but caught a few names in the flurry of commands he attributed nothing to whatsoever. Christ? Dahlia? Who the hell was this man, why was he so damn weird, and why was he not just going on his way and leaving the poor Lykoi boy to his own business?
The wolf swept off his horse, landing on the ground in a noisy mess Micah jumped and withdrew into his shoulders from. The stranger offered an escort through Dahlia, confirming a name to the strange smell lurking about the stranger's armor and stallion, and before Micah could cry and whine about how he did not need help and just wanted to be left alone, he was met with a second flurry of words and descriptions. Putting each trait of this "Conor" together like puzzle pieces, he painted a picture in his mind of the lost man, and with a shaking frown shook his head.
"I don't think so," he stammered, raising slowly and cautiously to his feet, poised even as he moved as if still ready to sprint away to freedom. "I'm sorry, I'll... I'll keep my eyes open for him, though."
A pause, and the salt-and-pepper boy looked over his shoulder at the "Dahlia" that lay behind him, the place the stallion and knight emerged. The thought of entering the territory where such strange people like he resided terrified him further, but Micah bit his tongue and chose not to mention it and endanger himself further. "I-I-I can get around okay on my own," he mumbled, turning chocolate eyes back and flicking his long curls into the wind. "I-I don't want to cause anymore trouble or upset anyone or anything."
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Is it your muse for the thread, or in general? Just wondering, because if it's for the thread then we need to figure why that is.
You're doing a great job with using different vocabulary and playing with your sentences! I'm already seeing pretty big differences and a lot more impact in what you're writing.
Make sure you are being precise with your words and sentences, though; I don't really know what "appraising him for his physical worth, eyes of blue eating away at the warmth between them" means, even though I love the word choice. 
You're getting better with your commas, too, which is awesome since we were talking about that pretty specifically at one point. Right now there are spots in your grammar that could use some sort of break or symbol to clean up the sentence, but they're not too big a deal. An example would be a semicolon and extra colon in your first sentence: "...not really frustrated or pissed; no, he sat there with..." But like I said, semicolons are very tricky to learn, so you can study a bit up on them if you want. A hard dash would have worked there just as well.
Make sure you're careful with your dialogue in accordance with 'Souls history -- I don't think the phrase "for Christ's sake" would exist in the Luperci world, or wouldn't be too common. Most wolves would probably not know who that is, either (but obviously not all). You'll notice Micah had no idea who he's talking about when he says that. Also, Saluce refers to Conor ENTIRELY in past tense -- if he's looking for Conor, doesn't he still think he's alive?
If so, he'd refer to him in present tense ("He stands a bit shorter than the eye, has a warm copper coat...").You may have had no muse, but that's probably the best post you've written so far in this thread. Very good, and keep it up! I don't have much more to comment on this time around, other than just make sure you're watching your grammar.