NOT YOUR FAULT & private! gathering food.

[cavalrychoir]

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Scaring her wasn’t his intention and it showed through flattened ears and a lowered head when she began to beg for her life. Her voiced echoed through his head, stirring up the many dozens who did the same though never lived to see the next day. His head started to pound and it took him all his strength to swallow back a whimper. Shakily inhaling through his nostrils, he exhaled quietly through his mouth in attept to calm the voices in his head and himself. “I-I’m sorry... I-I... didn’t mean to scare you. I d-don’t mean to scare... I don’t want to scare anyone...” The last few parts were for himself as a sort of self-reflection and before he realized, they slipped out on their own. His body grew stiff as he shut his eyes tight. He was going to get yelled at. Scolded for following instincts. Ridiculed for using what he was taught. As much as it hurt, they were right to shout at him. He was in the wrong after all and needed to be corrected.

But it didn’t come.

Instead, a gentle voice asked for his identity and his affiliation with whatever ‘Tanglewood’ is. Reopening his eyes, his ears remained flattened in shame though as sharp claws were once again sheathed. Desolate luminaries then shifted to look at Delilah as a whole for the first time. Once his eyes locked with hers, he suddenly grew weak as powerful hind legs gave out, rendering him in a sitting position. He can’t believe he was going to kill her. A maine coon with such a delicate voice and soft appearance- Cav was about to soil it all with blood without a moments hesitation. Despite holding it back very well, he wanted to cry. Biting down on his bottom lip, he forced himself to feel physical pain in attempt to forget about the mental and emotional ones. Swallowing hard, Cav inhaled once more to calm himself, knowing if he spoke now, his voice would tremble. Regaining control, the male spoke, desperately trying to make his usual deep voice sound softer. “My... my name is Cavalrychoir.” He figured he’d start with an introduction first. It’s been a while since he last spoke to another, though he knew of basic conversational manners. The next question was more foreign to the lynx and it showed by a confused expression on his face. “‘Tanglewood’?” He echoed. “What’s ‘Tanglewood’?” He’s never heard of that before. Maybe it was the name of this forest? That would make sense, he suppose. But just to be sure, he asked anyways.

Just as the question left his maw, the tom realized the feline before him was injured. He felt a thorn stab his side and he bit down on his lip once more. He would have done much worst than a simple injury like that if he hadn’t stopped himself on time. As that thought ensnared his mind, another joined the loop: did someone hurt her? Cav panicked for a moment before anger set in. Whoever that asshole was, he was going to rip them apart. But before that, he needed to make sure she was alright. “Your paw... how did... are you okay?” Came his awkward inquiry. It was odd that her attacker would be concerned about her well-being. But although he had set up to, Cav didn’t attack her. Though it didn’t made the situation any less odd.

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