10-13-2018, 04:33 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]There was something, a brushing of soft pawsteps that approached his location. He tired to sit up straighter but he was rather tired in the sense of his body, not his mind. His gaze wandered the darkness till the figure presented himself and the sha came to realize that it was a feline. Curiosity over took his expression for a small moment and he had to reel himself in as he curled his forked tail against his body, shifting from one paw to another. Though he did take note that the other seemed tired. Very tired. There was no pity then but only understanding because he knew how it felt to be tired and worn down, but never having the time or the ability to rest. Yet the answer to his question made him all the more pleased as it sounded good. He was okay to do so and he felt a relief spread through him that he had not thought would come. Rooms in the Observatory? He would be sleeping there? His pink marble hues lifted up and peered at the place before he dipped his head in thanks for the beginning acceptance and then he got a question aimed at himself. Star sign? Perplexed he blinked once as he looked back to the feline. "I don't... um, what's a star sign?" He knew nothing of time and birth dates that would suggest aging so this was a idea and concept not known to him.
But it seemed his hopefulness would come to a rather frightening and dangerous end when another creature came forward. One he had no knowledge of nor had he ever met and his long ears pulled back against his cranium as he stared at Onision. Shoulders pulling up just slightly he watched with confusion before the word Pittian was thrown at him with a violent ease he had not yet encountered before. "I'm not them." His tone was pulled from his throat, a ragged bite that sounded pained before he just looked away. But was he though? Was he already stained with their wants and their needs that he no longer could find himself. He would just be another Pittian so used to blood and destruction that he wouldn't ever find his way back. The idea frightened him more than having someone sink teeth and fang into his already scarred body. But the former slave didn't want to leave, he wanted to prove himself and he swallowed thickly forcing himself out of that submissive posture because he couldn't afford to regress. "I'll wait for this Moonmade then... I'm sorry..."
But it seemed his hopefulness would come to a rather frightening and dangerous end when another creature came forward. One he had no knowledge of nor had he ever met and his long ears pulled back against his cranium as he stared at Onision. Shoulders pulling up just slightly he watched with confusion before the word Pittian was thrown at him with a violent ease he had not yet encountered before. "I'm not them." His tone was pulled from his throat, a ragged bite that sounded pained before he just looked away. But was he though? Was he already stained with their wants and their needs that he no longer could find himself. He would just be another Pittian so used to blood and destruction that he wouldn't ever find his way back. The idea frightened him more than having someone sink teeth and fang into his already scarred body. But the former slave didn't want to leave, he wanted to prove himself and he swallowed thickly forcing himself out of that submissive posture because he couldn't afford to regress. "I'll wait for this Moonmade then... I'm sorry..."