08-30-2018, 01:22 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 540px; min-height: 9px; font-family:GAINSBORO; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]The Sunhaveners took no measures in treating the group on the other side of the border with respect ― they reeked of mistrust. Perhaps it was because they did not see it to be "morally correct" to dally in the trade of slavery; and, in addition, did not look kindly upon him. He could almost perfectly simulate how it must look to them, to gaze upon the eyes of someone who did not display a twitch of familiar mundane mannerisms. He had no quirks, or defining personality traits. He was a finely pressed white sheet, whereas they were torn and worn. Loved. At his side, a small scuffle seemed to be happening. His ears rotated, but he kept his eyes trained on the new Sunhaven leader. For a moment, they flickered at the sparks at her paws. She was agitated.
That was good to know.
His movements were smooth, and not as jerky as they had once been ― felt ― when he had awoken for the first time. Even so, he remained perfectly still as the authority figure opposite him finally came clean with her intentions. She spoke unnecessarily long, but even so, he waited until she was finished before replying in turn. "You asked a question, I answered in kind. As one of the highest ranking figures in this group, I have not caught wind of her being here. I do not find that funny in the slightest." although his words were blunt, he did not seem mean. Just detached. He could not find it necessary to smile in the given situation to lighten the mood, either. "You found the scent of The Pitt because I was there a few days ago. We're trading partners, and I was interested in collecting books that we did not have here. As befitting of her rank, she welcomed me and then sent me back."
A familiar figure (he did not catch wind of his name, so he did not have anything to identify him with other than 'the strange shark-hybrid') who seemed to be emitting just as much disgust as the others ― if not more ― made it his intention to speak next. As the words poured from his mouth, stiff and unwelcoming, Esklav felt his face voluntarily tighten at the "news"; the tell-tale signs of confusion wrinkled his normally relaxed features, brows furrowing and mouth down turning. He remembered seeing Father address him the same way when he disappointed him, and he could only imagine that since then he'd perfected the expression perfectly. "Blood? I thought she was just missing." he made his voice raise slightly in distress.
In some way, he seemed truly sorry. The warpriest stepped forward in earnest. "I'll organize a patrol immediately to find her."
That was good to know.
His movements were smooth, and not as jerky as they had once been ― felt ― when he had awoken for the first time. Even so, he remained perfectly still as the authority figure opposite him finally came clean with her intentions. She spoke unnecessarily long, but even so, he waited until she was finished before replying in turn. "You asked a question, I answered in kind. As one of the highest ranking figures in this group, I have not caught wind of her being here. I do not find that funny in the slightest." although his words were blunt, he did not seem mean. Just detached. He could not find it necessary to smile in the given situation to lighten the mood, either. "You found the scent of The Pitt because I was there a few days ago. We're trading partners, and I was interested in collecting books that we did not have here. As befitting of her rank, she welcomed me and then sent me back."
A familiar figure (he did not catch wind of his name, so he did not have anything to identify him with other than 'the strange shark-hybrid') who seemed to be emitting just as much disgust as the others ― if not more ― made it his intention to speak next. As the words poured from his mouth, stiff and unwelcoming, Esklav felt his face voluntarily tighten at the "news"; the tell-tale signs of confusion wrinkled his normally relaxed features, brows furrowing and mouth down turning. He remembered seeing Father address him the same way when he disappointed him, and he could only imagine that since then he'd perfected the expression perfectly. "Blood? I thought she was just missing." he made his voice raise slightly in distress.
In some way, he seemed truly sorry. The warpriest stepped forward in earnest. "I'll organize a patrol immediately to find her."