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With company quick to approach him on the borders, Axle had sealed his fate - no hiding from his problems now. Limbs noticeably stiffening up as a feline approached him, the male's speckled cranium dipped slightly, millimeters of teeth showing under black lips. It was not full out aggression, as he did not growl or snarl despite briefly curling his lip, but the way he seemed to freeze in time indicated he was cautious. Cautious for any harmful movement, or anything else that would've compromised the male's liberties, Axle would listen to her words carefully, only giving a flick of a slate grey ear to indicate he was listening. Though he owed them, it didn't mean he had to trust them, and the Cattle Dog wanted to get that point across - he wouldn't have his integrity taken for granted. Before he had chance to formulate a response, the wary voice of Malphas piqued up, causing dark eyes to flicker over towards the horned male. No words were offered to the other, his expression hardly seemed to change minus the slight hint of scorn that surged through his frown. He was by himself, a creature with no powers, what could he possibly do when animals lingered past wailing trees? He wasn't that stupid, he didn't want to upset a massive group and become a public enemy... not anymore at least.
Regardless though, he could not turn himself away despite the taciturn displayed by the others. "Helpin'" his accented voice seemed drunken almost, words lacking the same confidence that his face held. Even despite a gruff tone, it was easy to tell that he wasn't adjusted to having a normal conversation quite yet, spending so long running from the living resulted in a rather quiet lifestyle. "Forabit," he grumbled, trying to emphasise his poorly stated words to the best of his abilities. They needed to know he was offering his service for his own reasons and not because he had intentions of a long-lasting loyalty with the 'Tanglewood' as they'd called themselves. They were two strangers whom had not been there to see him in a time of desperation and weakness and perhaps that was for the best, knowing that the Heeler had times of weakness would surely trigger them to be colder towards him. That was in theory at least, Malphas seemed to put pressure on his theory but he could not be so bitter.
Had it been him staring across into open lands at a stranger, he would've been equally as skeptical, perhaps more so than he was being currently. Invisible brows seemed to furrow together momentarily as a flash of pain skipped through his mind, gaze vacating its focus from the creatures and towards the distance before seemingly snapping back into place. It's your fault I'm dead... it screamed at him and him alone, that haunting and vexing voice, Axle forced himself not to chase the black spots dancing around the corner of his vision. They were leading him to a bad place, one that he couldn't be in next to the two, his self-control may had been erratic at the best of times but socialising had brought back some strings of rationality back to the Heeler. A deep breath escaped the male, quickly snapping "For a bit,", repetition only made unique by stringing out his words this time. "Group helped me, I... I... I help you. For a bit. Return favour,".
With company quick to approach him on the borders, Axle had sealed his fate - no hiding from his problems now. Limbs noticeably stiffening up as a feline approached him, the male's speckled cranium dipped slightly, millimeters of teeth showing under black lips. It was not full out aggression, as he did not growl or snarl despite briefly curling his lip, but the way he seemed to freeze in time indicated he was cautious. Cautious for any harmful movement, or anything else that would've compromised the male's liberties, Axle would listen to her words carefully, only giving a flick of a slate grey ear to indicate he was listening. Though he owed them, it didn't mean he had to trust them, and the Cattle Dog wanted to get that point across - he wouldn't have his integrity taken for granted. Before he had chance to formulate a response, the wary voice of Malphas piqued up, causing dark eyes to flicker over towards the horned male. No words were offered to the other, his expression hardly seemed to change minus the slight hint of scorn that surged through his frown. He was by himself, a creature with no powers, what could he possibly do when animals lingered past wailing trees? He wasn't that stupid, he didn't want to upset a massive group and become a public enemy... not anymore at least.
Regardless though, he could not turn himself away despite the taciturn displayed by the others. "Helpin'" his accented voice seemed drunken almost, words lacking the same confidence that his face held. Even despite a gruff tone, it was easy to tell that he wasn't adjusted to having a normal conversation quite yet, spending so long running from the living resulted in a rather quiet lifestyle. "Forabit," he grumbled, trying to emphasise his poorly stated words to the best of his abilities. They needed to know he was offering his service for his own reasons and not because he had intentions of a long-lasting loyalty with the 'Tanglewood' as they'd called themselves. They were two strangers whom had not been there to see him in a time of desperation and weakness and perhaps that was for the best, knowing that the Heeler had times of weakness would surely trigger them to be colder towards him. That was in theory at least, Malphas seemed to put pressure on his theory but he could not be so bitter.
Had it been him staring across into open lands at a stranger, he would've been equally as skeptical, perhaps more so than he was being currently. Invisible brows seemed to furrow together momentarily as a flash of pain skipped through his mind, gaze vacating its focus from the creatures and towards the distance before seemingly snapping back into place. It's your fault I'm dead... it screamed at him and him alone, that haunting and vexing voice, Axle forced himself not to chase the black spots dancing around the corner of his vision. They were leading him to a bad place, one that he couldn't be in next to the two, his self-control may had been erratic at the best of times but socialising had brought back some strings of rationality back to the Heeler. A deep breath escaped the male, quickly snapping "For a bit,", repetition only made unique by stringing out his words this time. "Group helped me, I... I... I help you. For a bit. Return favour,".
AND THE EARTH BECOMES MY THRONE
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