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That's all he can muster up to the lion in front of him, eyes widened to expose the clear white rims, lips pursed but twitching, rolling, trying to absorb everything going on. But after a moment of teetering, he stands a bit straighter, head lowering a bit to look a little less ... dumbfounded. They were all trapped inside that observatory? Well, at least, not all of them, from the looks of it. He eyes the lion, clearly a bit bent out of shape as of recently. And his explanation doesn't surprise him entirely ... pirates and torture. He knew he was in a different land now, where violence was more accepted and constant. Back home ... it was scandalous, everyone else killed with words. He knew how to handle himself tooth and claw though, but not in the way that Moonmade explained, no, not for torturing and pleasure. "Rough ... I'm sorry to hear that ..." He murmured, voice rumbling deep as he quirked an eyebrow towards the lion. The way he spoke, in regard to himself, made him sway a bit, happily. It reminded him a lot about how she would speak ... oh usually my hair looks nicer, oh sorry, I'm not made up right now ... and he didn't care, not then, not now, not ever. So he just smiled, and nodded his head, able to feel a bit more familiar with the stranger in front of him now. But he's taken to a different place now with his speaking, the word 'malicious' stirring a coy scoff out of Isidore. He rocks to the left on his paws, swinging his satched closer to himself, and further from Moonmade. "I did not ... I did not steal any birch, I collected it." His words are bubbling with humor, but they're light, soft, straying a bit away from the comfortableness, especially when he spots the smilodon approaching.
And he's thinking oh dear god, there's the predator, I was right, this is some sort of trap that this lion and beast have plotted to eat me up for a delicious summer picnic and it's the first time he's really thought about dying in a while, and he's afraid. After Fleur died, he had the yearning to just be with her, up in the sky, but he never truly thought about dying to be with her. Now, he thought he might have some comfort in his fate, but instead, he was perked up like a deer in the headlights, chin turned away but face staring with narrowed eyes at the helmeted creature. It doesn't attack him ... instead, it speaks. He speaks, but Dory doesn't know his name so he just tries to concentrate on his words. Once he's clear on the situation again, he settles, and lets his paws sink into the soft earth again, lips zipped together but trying to smile, trying to squirm away from the nervousness that'd swept him up. "Well, right, I came to join. I came to join the Ascendants, I mean." The white wildcat glances over in Moonmade's direction just to confirm he'd been right about his business, but he stares up again at Washington, nodding slowly like he's trying to convince himself with the words he's saying. "My name is Isidore, nice to meet you." He sort of lets his fate dangle there now with the two larger animals. He's doing his best to front like he isn't intimidated, as he isn't that small of a thing either. Through his words, yes, it's evident he's lacking the confidence he needs to pull through the ordeal, but his body language is a bit more solid, a bit taller.
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That's all he can muster up to the lion in front of him, eyes widened to expose the clear white rims, lips pursed but twitching, rolling, trying to absorb everything going on. But after a moment of teetering, he stands a bit straighter, head lowering a bit to look a little less ... dumbfounded. They were all trapped inside that observatory? Well, at least, not all of them, from the looks of it. He eyes the lion, clearly a bit bent out of shape as of recently. And his explanation doesn't surprise him entirely ... pirates and torture. He knew he was in a different land now, where violence was more accepted and constant. Back home ... it was scandalous, everyone else killed with words. He knew how to handle himself tooth and claw though, but not in the way that Moonmade explained, no, not for torturing and pleasure. "Rough ... I'm sorry to hear that ..." He murmured, voice rumbling deep as he quirked an eyebrow towards the lion. The way he spoke, in regard to himself, made him sway a bit, happily. It reminded him a lot about how she would speak ... oh usually my hair looks nicer, oh sorry, I'm not made up right now ... and he didn't care, not then, not now, not ever. So he just smiled, and nodded his head, able to feel a bit more familiar with the stranger in front of him now. But he's taken to a different place now with his speaking, the word 'malicious' stirring a coy scoff out of Isidore. He rocks to the left on his paws, swinging his satched closer to himself, and further from Moonmade. "I did not ... I did not steal any birch, I collected it." His words are bubbling with humor, but they're light, soft, straying a bit away from the comfortableness, especially when he spots the smilodon approaching.
And he's thinking oh dear god, there's the predator, I was right, this is some sort of trap that this lion and beast have plotted to eat me up for a delicious summer picnic and it's the first time he's really thought about dying in a while, and he's afraid. After Fleur died, he had the yearning to just be with her, up in the sky, but he never truly thought about dying to be with her. Now, he thought he might have some comfort in his fate, but instead, he was perked up like a deer in the headlights, chin turned away but face staring with narrowed eyes at the helmeted creature. It doesn't attack him ... instead, it speaks. He speaks, but Dory doesn't know his name so he just tries to concentrate on his words. Once he's clear on the situation again, he settles, and lets his paws sink into the soft earth again, lips zipped together but trying to smile, trying to squirm away from the nervousness that'd swept him up. "Well, right, I came to join. I came to join the Ascendants, I mean." The white wildcat glances over in Moonmade's direction just to confirm he'd been right about his business, but he stares up again at Washington, nodding slowly like he's trying to convince himself with the words he's saying. "My name is Isidore, nice to meet you." He sort of lets his fate dangle there now with the two larger animals. He's doing his best to front like he isn't intimidated, as he isn't that small of a thing either. Through his words, yes, it's evident he's lacking the confidence he needs to pull through the ordeal, but his body language is a bit more solid, a bit taller.
ooc | thanks, i appreciate it!!
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i wanna wake up now