08-20-2018, 07:43 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Something soft was dragging along the dirt, the gentle grazing not going unnoticed by the male despite his snout being deep within the weather bitten holes of a muddy tarpaulin. Another sound soon entered his ears, causing the jet coloured things to flick in preconceived caution. The sound was staccato, similar to a toddler beating on a bass drum, Axle realised quickly that it was his own heartbeat. That thing being lugged about could've been anything, from a corpse to a weapon; the mere thought caused his ginger tinted limbs to freeze up. Closer and closer she got, until eventually the Heeler didn't trust his good reflexes enough to settle in such a prone position. Whiplash be damned the canine spun his cranium around, fixating in on Ophelia. His wide-eyed gaze briefly flickered towards the thing that she had been carrying... a blanket, doing a double-take before looking back at the winged felidae. Still wearing a guarded expression, the tension within Axle's limbs started to dissipate when he realised that it was just some bedding.
If someone so small tried to smother him with it, he was sure he could escape it. Furthermore, from what he'd seen from Ophelia so far, she seemed to be fairly level-headed, not the type to use such a strange item to kill someone. Then why be suspicious in the first place? one could ask him, the answer being a rather simple one. You can never be so sure. Her generous words couldn't have come any sooner. Listening carefully, Axle's mouth began to twist about as he was offered the blanket, not being able to find the smile one should've had when offered such a good thing. He nodded his head in gratitude, giving up his perch to collect the green cloth. Careful not to step on it as he tried to jump up again, Axle would place the blanket down to his side when he was back within the embrace of the cargo bed. "Thank you," he finally uttered them fabled words. He kneaded his paws into the gentle fabric as Ophelia continued talking, the material reminding him of his youth. It felt like centuries ago, out in the wilderness Axle had never gotten good at counting the days, he didn't know his own birth date anymore.
"No," he had to state to Ophelia's invite to distract himself from a tangent, head shaking to further put emphasis on his dislike of such an idea. He had nothing against the Tangler, but Axle wasn't ready to share a sleeping space with someone else yet. Waking up to the the hustle and bustle of the Tanglewood's camp wouldn't be practical either... if he could sleep at all knowing that so many of the living were just dozens of meters away from him. "Here's good. Good space if I need to move,". It wasn't very good reasoning, but the Heeler didn't want to spill his heart out to the poor feline. "S'not safe elsewhere,".
If someone so small tried to smother him with it, he was sure he could escape it. Furthermore, from what he'd seen from Ophelia so far, she seemed to be fairly level-headed, not the type to use such a strange item to kill someone. Then why be suspicious in the first place? one could ask him, the answer being a rather simple one. You can never be so sure. Her generous words couldn't have come any sooner. Listening carefully, Axle's mouth began to twist about as he was offered the blanket, not being able to find the smile one should've had when offered such a good thing. He nodded his head in gratitude, giving up his perch to collect the green cloth. Careful not to step on it as he tried to jump up again, Axle would place the blanket down to his side when he was back within the embrace of the cargo bed. "Thank you," he finally uttered them fabled words. He kneaded his paws into the gentle fabric as Ophelia continued talking, the material reminding him of his youth. It felt like centuries ago, out in the wilderness Axle had never gotten good at counting the days, he didn't know his own birth date anymore.
"No," he had to state to Ophelia's invite to distract himself from a tangent, head shaking to further put emphasis on his dislike of such an idea. He had nothing against the Tangler, but Axle wasn't ready to share a sleeping space with someone else yet. Waking up to the the hustle and bustle of the Tanglewood's camp wouldn't be practical either... if he could sleep at all knowing that so many of the living were just dozens of meters away from him. "Here's good. Good space if I need to move,". It wasn't very good reasoning, but the Heeler didn't want to spill his heart out to the poor feline. "S'not safe elsewhere,".
AND THE EARTH BECOMES MY THRONE
———————「 tanglewood / [color=black]tags / blue heeler / @ PYRO 」 ———————