OOC here. /+000
What sounded like a growl echoed from one end of the clearing. Jumping Hadley immediately dropped the stick. Spinning around he pushed himself into a submissive form, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't be mad. After all, slaves weren't allowed to have weapons. He wasn't supposed to wander off. He could be punished...
Clearing his thoughts Hadley pushed that aside. He wasn't a slave anymore. He didn't need to fear that. Mentally he gathered his courage, though on the outside there was no visible change, Hadley still standing as submissive as before, if slightly less fearful. He looked up at the large spotted male before him. Hadley eyed him, taking in the well built muscles to the sharp green eyes that seemed to pick up everything around them. It took longer for the question to filter through to his brain.
Embarrassed Hadley nodded his head softly. Wanted to...to be able to defend. In case something happens. It felt strange saying that, making him duck his head down. He almost wondered if what he was doing was wrong, considering how it was something he'd never truly felt the desire for. Hadley simply didn't care for the idea of hurting others.
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