10-06-2018, 09:24 AM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:7.9pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]The welcome offered indeed fell out of the accustomed, often spoken in warmer tones by those who deemed the sea locked town as their home, offering something that was distinctly lacking within the one who offered themself in their steed. Rather they viewed themself as outside of it all, more an observer than one counted amongst the Haveners, though such a title was one they were forced to take for fear of repercussions, given little thought. Their time here had proven short and had been shaped by minimal interaction with others present, many of whom held dispositions more similar to their own, cold within overall manner and self seeking, finding their worth was set in actions that meant to help them over any other.
Faint hum rose from pursed lips and they watched the movement of the other before them closely, unsure exactly how to react in kind. The way he spoke was intelligent at least, the comment about his own abode drawing forth a short laugh. The sound was rather harsh, pushed through teeth held tightly together, lips drawn back into what seemed a snarl though held no menace. Indeed it was a good quality to speak within tones of honesty, to not sugar coat things in hopes it might prove easier to swallow, a disappointment prolonged, nothing else.
“Well then welcome Starkweather,” pointed was their refusal to acknowledge his comment, the name he spoke easily brushed aside for they had heard worse, tacked upon them until they had grown, each becoming a twisted little badge they were forced to bare. “Indeed that was spoken of but I have not been around long and did not know exactly what it was, seemed a strange name, but it is pleasant to have it confirmed. I am Esma Kiser, pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” Small angular head fell into their own bow, fore leg raising only to be bent before their chest, pose held for a few seconds before they straightened once more.
Dark eyes narrowed and for a few seconds they pondered the last words, unsure on how to proceed. Though the group this mutt hailed from held the title of ally it seemed rather idiotic to so freely share information, an equal exchange only slightly better. “I am sure another will be around soon that can share any necessary information, as I said I am a new comer and know very little about... anything.”
Faint hum rose from pursed lips and they watched the movement of the other before them closely, unsure exactly how to react in kind. The way he spoke was intelligent at least, the comment about his own abode drawing forth a short laugh. The sound was rather harsh, pushed through teeth held tightly together, lips drawn back into what seemed a snarl though held no menace. Indeed it was a good quality to speak within tones of honesty, to not sugar coat things in hopes it might prove easier to swallow, a disappointment prolonged, nothing else.
“Well then welcome Starkweather,” pointed was their refusal to acknowledge his comment, the name he spoke easily brushed aside for they had heard worse, tacked upon them until they had grown, each becoming a twisted little badge they were forced to bare. “Indeed that was spoken of but I have not been around long and did not know exactly what it was, seemed a strange name, but it is pleasant to have it confirmed. I am Esma Kiser, pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” Small angular head fell into their own bow, fore leg raising only to be bent before their chest, pose held for a few seconds before they straightened once more.
Dark eyes narrowed and for a few seconds they pondered the last words, unsure on how to proceed. Though the group this mutt hailed from held the title of ally it seemed rather idiotic to so freely share information, an equal exchange only slightly better. “I am sure another will be around soon that can share any necessary information, as I said I am a new comer and know very little about... anything.”