07-14-2018, 05:45 PM
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DOES THE BLANK STARE-
SCARE YOU MORE THAN THE FROWN?
[W]iskerDOES THE BLANK STARE-
SCARE YOU MORE THAN THE FROWN?
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Solveg was new in that Argus had yet the time to get a good read on them. The Quartermaster wouldn't allow themselves to be limited by a glancing first impression so much as a lasting exposure to their personality. Like everyone- it was a eating game, and Argus ever the patine was good at both waiting and watching. Grace and dignity could only last for so long, after all. Silent- but still free speaking. Having a cremate that spoke through mental connections was slightly concerning- in that her own mind was such a tightly wound trap she was afraid of hurting the other if they kept talking like that.
Of course like many first impressions go within a clan that hosted the large wolf- the first word to describe her was small. It was hard to get over domestic feline's size in comparison- how breakable they could turn. Either that was the long standing hobby of breaking fragile frames and knowing intimately how to do so: or just because of her newer instinct that coveted the whole clan of protect - protect protect was, yet to be seen.
Argus had the rare situation in that they used to be a caffeine addict. Back when they liked to deny the need of hunger, caffeine was a good way to work around needing food for as long as they did. Which of course- lead to near starvation and horrid battle conditions. But there was the added benefit of the hunger keeping them awake and noticeably aware. But that was neither here nor there. Not to say they knew better but they just tended to eat- rather sporadically at that- but it was no one's business but their own- and thus, limited their caffeine intake to the mornings. When it was not necessary but something to help better shove the dark nightmares they had the night before away.
Argus stepped over, the large lupine's smile was kind and slightly tired- sluggish not from really work but just a worn straining on her shoulders. Wings lagging and tucked away in the way that they usually were. A long flight in the morning had made the limbs all sore and the 'hunting' from the night before wasn't easing them either. All in all they could use a pick me up, and hearing (sensing?) the call from not too far away the deputy stepped over a grateful smile stretching there as they took two of the vials and downed both with a muttered thank you.
With a great sign, Argus sat down and tried to relax, dull red eyes turning to sol and giving a nod in the crate's direction. " As long as no one mixes them with booze i think the clan will survive." While said flatly, it was obvious that they meant it in good humor, in the way a softer more amused grin settled on their features as they set the vials down on the ground before them.
Solveg was new in that Argus had yet the time to get a good read on them. The Quartermaster wouldn't allow themselves to be limited by a glancing first impression so much as a lasting exposure to their personality. Like everyone- it was a eating game, and Argus ever the patine was good at both waiting and watching. Grace and dignity could only last for so long, after all. Silent- but still free speaking. Having a cremate that spoke through mental connections was slightly concerning- in that her own mind was such a tightly wound trap she was afraid of hurting the other if they kept talking like that.
Of course like many first impressions go within a clan that hosted the large wolf- the first word to describe her was small. It was hard to get over domestic feline's size in comparison- how breakable they could turn. Either that was the long standing hobby of breaking fragile frames and knowing intimately how to do so: or just because of her newer instinct that coveted the whole clan of protect - protect protect was, yet to be seen.
Argus had the rare situation in that they used to be a caffeine addict. Back when they liked to deny the need of hunger, caffeine was a good way to work around needing food for as long as they did. Which of course- lead to near starvation and horrid battle conditions. But there was the added benefit of the hunger keeping them awake and noticeably aware. But that was neither here nor there. Not to say they knew better but they just tended to eat- rather sporadically at that- but it was no one's business but their own- and thus, limited their caffeine intake to the mornings. When it was not necessary but something to help better shove the dark nightmares they had the night before away.
Argus stepped over, the large lupine's smile was kind and slightly tired- sluggish not from really work but just a worn straining on her shoulders. Wings lagging and tucked away in the way that they usually were. A long flight in the morning had made the limbs all sore and the 'hunting' from the night before wasn't easing them either. All in all they could use a pick me up, and hearing (sensing?) the call from not too far away the deputy stepped over a grateful smile stretching there as they took two of the vials and downed both with a muttered thank you.
With a great sign, Argus sat down and tried to relax, dull red eyes turning to sol and giving a nod in the crate's direction. " As long as no one mixes them with booze i think the clan will survive." While said flatly, it was obvious that they meant it in good humor, in the way a softer more amused grin settled on their features as they set the vials down on the ground before them.