09-14-2018, 06:00 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-14-2018, 06:01 AM by harland m..)
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Eyes skim over where flesh meets metal, attention taken by it. Over his head conversation flows, halting as each bicker amongst themselves or offer harsh words towards the strangers amongst them, a faint want rising. There is little to hold him back, slight weight shifting to allow him to stand, a few short steps drawing him towards the other. Buckingham. They had said he was called such but the name was lost upon him, too long for him to pronounce no matter his attentions to do so, more focused on the strange leg he had. Paw rose, dark against scuffed metal, sheen lost over time though it seemed cared for, scars upon the surface speaking of use. Upon each the tips of small claws catch, for moments lingering before the paw is moving again, feeling along each line separating the segments.
“Pretty,” faint murmur passed his lips as he found his own paw touching Bucky's, skimming over the surface of exposed claws. A dark ear flicked as conversation turned, the awaited appearance of Bast quickly turning it towards the questioning. For a time the child simply stood there, unsure on how to feel about it all for it was confusing, beyond his understanding, before Alex spoke up. Mention at harming Bucky was enough, a frown curling his lips. Quick steps drew the child around and he saw nothing wrong in climbing the Goldenblood.
It too a few attempts, a great deal taller than Harland it took a few attempts for him to get up his leg and upon his back, but somehow he was able to manage it. Each step was careful, thought put into it before a paw found its place, until he was able to rest his forelegs and part of his upper body between Bucky's ears. “No.” The word was rather sharp, gaze hard as he turned to look towards Bast, clearly upset he wanted to hurt his new friend.
Eyes skim over where flesh meets metal, attention taken by it. Over his head conversation flows, halting as each bicker amongst themselves or offer harsh words towards the strangers amongst them, a faint want rising. There is little to hold him back, slight weight shifting to allow him to stand, a few short steps drawing him towards the other. Buckingham. They had said he was called such but the name was lost upon him, too long for him to pronounce no matter his attentions to do so, more focused on the strange leg he had. Paw rose, dark against scuffed metal, sheen lost over time though it seemed cared for, scars upon the surface speaking of use. Upon each the tips of small claws catch, for moments lingering before the paw is moving again, feeling along each line separating the segments.
“Pretty,” faint murmur passed his lips as he found his own paw touching Bucky's, skimming over the surface of exposed claws. A dark ear flicked as conversation turned, the awaited appearance of Bast quickly turning it towards the questioning. For a time the child simply stood there, unsure on how to feel about it all for it was confusing, beyond his understanding, before Alex spoke up. Mention at harming Bucky was enough, a frown curling his lips. Quick steps drew the child around and he saw nothing wrong in climbing the Goldenblood.
It too a few attempts, a great deal taller than Harland it took a few attempts for him to get up his leg and upon his back, but somehow he was able to manage it. Each step was careful, thought put into it before a paw found its place, until he was able to rest his forelegs and part of his upper body between Bucky's ears. “No.” The word was rather sharp, gaze hard as he turned to look towards Bast, clearly upset he wanted to hurt his new friend.