09-03-2018, 07:48 AM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]It seemed implementing the bell had been one of the few despised moves, a song they are attuned to yet it brings with it a feeling of something deep, dark as it twists in the belly, a slow burn – hate. Left to the mercy of elements and time alike it had taken the brunt of it all and showed it within both appearance, of which was tarnished and left marred by rust, the passing of claws upon it carving indents into it, and sound, the song it offered grating and yet still loud, a call of a sea bird rather than the musical notes of some. As such it was rather distinct when it was ignored, upon purpose as some were driven to leave it be for the snakes amassed beneath were a sight to behold, or naivety as this pup seemed to hold, either unsure as to its purpose or merely missing it all together.
Rather than the call of the bell it had been the words of another, familiar within both the harsh set of the tone as he seemed to be barred from permitting any other to colour his words and the voice itself, strangely gravelled for one so young, sparking like coals beginning a slow burn once more. Bakugou. The name formed upon dark lips yet it never left them, not yet. Strange was the one who bore the name, different from the many present though in some ways he harboured similarities, averse to many of their ways but holding on as though something here kept him from leaving.
Slow was the Sage's approach, brow raising as he looked towards the other, put at some distance though he seemed to have spoken to another, queries posed though only one seemed to ask for an actual response, the first little more than a jab masquerading as a jab. A single dark eye turned to touch upon this stranger, the strange growths about his small frame seemingly eyes or at least held the appearance of such if not the use, yet there was no malice or disgust. Rather his reaction was to move closer, hobbling steps slowed for his leg pained him some, held aloft but still jostled by the movement, a slight tilt to his head.
“Do dos work?” gesturing with his left fore paw – a mistake, features contouring into a faint grimace as the pain flared some – Silus moved to circle around Rocket, looking at each eye with curiosity. Within him there was something similar to fear, or might it more have been akin to the disgust Bakugou wore so plainly, the oddity before him eliciting the response though he was more prone to questioning before putting something down entirely. “Don' mind 'im, ya in da Typhoon, ya 'ere ta stay welcome, if not too bad ya stuck til I'm dun witcha.” It seemed he had made up his mind, it mattered not now what the pup wanted he would be staying for a time so Silus could learn more of these eyes of his, never quite realising Rocket might find his insistence worrying.
Rather than the call of the bell it had been the words of another, familiar within both the harsh set of the tone as he seemed to be barred from permitting any other to colour his words and the voice itself, strangely gravelled for one so young, sparking like coals beginning a slow burn once more. Bakugou. The name formed upon dark lips yet it never left them, not yet. Strange was the one who bore the name, different from the many present though in some ways he harboured similarities, averse to many of their ways but holding on as though something here kept him from leaving.
Slow was the Sage's approach, brow raising as he looked towards the other, put at some distance though he seemed to have spoken to another, queries posed though only one seemed to ask for an actual response, the first little more than a jab masquerading as a jab. A single dark eye turned to touch upon this stranger, the strange growths about his small frame seemingly eyes or at least held the appearance of such if not the use, yet there was no malice or disgust. Rather his reaction was to move closer, hobbling steps slowed for his leg pained him some, held aloft but still jostled by the movement, a slight tilt to his head.
“Do dos work?” gesturing with his left fore paw – a mistake, features contouring into a faint grimace as the pain flared some – Silus moved to circle around Rocket, looking at each eye with curiosity. Within him there was something similar to fear, or might it more have been akin to the disgust Bakugou wore so plainly, the oddity before him eliciting the response though he was more prone to questioning before putting something down entirely. “Don' mind 'im, ya in da Typhoon, ya 'ere ta stay welcome, if not too bad ya stuck til I'm dun witcha.” It seemed he had made up his mind, it mattered not now what the pup wanted he would be staying for a time so Silus could learn more of these eyes of his, never quite realising Rocket might find his insistence worrying.