10-20-2018, 03:46 AM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1.2; color:#000;font-family:calibri;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Some may have deemed the former doctor – or might they still be such, a title unneeded here yet held, caught in the chest with want to be spoken aloud – a night owl. Nocturnal had their habits become over the years of their life, finding more within the hours of dark over that the light may ever offer. It had become as such they contained their work to the night where it proved a possibility, beginning before sunset and ending only minutes after the sun had risen. Though the scenery had changed, streets lined with cobble, the patter of rain across it all and the shuffle of others seeking shelter given way to the wide space of beach extending out, melding with the edge of a meadow, habits prove difficult to break.
“It is better to be prepared than offer pleasantries to someone that may be an enemy,” lips curled, curved teeth exposed within a look one may think a grimace but it fell just short of such an expression, the tight draw of lips and the narrowed eyes set upon the tabby. For once angular muzzle was free of the weight of leather, though something with them wanted it, the heavy press of the buckles on the back of their head, the slight restriction of the beak, and the reflective panes of glass to hide eyes that move towards the other.
With some interest they had watched the trajectory of the stars, set apart of their tone was not the cool white of the other points and they seemed too large for such, even amongst the comets mistaken for stars, trail nothing more than dust. Close already they had come upon the crash site with a weary sense of suspicion, unsure what to think as the creature rose, adorned within armour and baring a weapon familiar to the fox. Monotone colours adorned what fur was visible, the eyes with which he took in his surroundings holding a cool colour of this land yet they too felt strange, everything off in some minor way.
“I would ask if you were of the Ascended but they are nothing but mortals, you...” Words fell away, steps touched with a certain confidence as they moved closer. By the feline – if one may call such anything akin to the creatures that inhabited this world – Esma was small, stature only a small bit above that of a domesticated feline, but the dark eyes narrowed as they lifted. “No mortal would survive such but to be a star. Might I ask what are you and that language, I have never heard of it.” Other questions lingered but the most pressing rose. They had heard the strange tongue, almost a song given a sharp edge, and when Fin glossed over it thought to ask themself.
“It is better to be prepared than offer pleasantries to someone that may be an enemy,” lips curled, curved teeth exposed within a look one may think a grimace but it fell just short of such an expression, the tight draw of lips and the narrowed eyes set upon the tabby. For once angular muzzle was free of the weight of leather, though something with them wanted it, the heavy press of the buckles on the back of their head, the slight restriction of the beak, and the reflective panes of glass to hide eyes that move towards the other.
With some interest they had watched the trajectory of the stars, set apart of their tone was not the cool white of the other points and they seemed too large for such, even amongst the comets mistaken for stars, trail nothing more than dust. Close already they had come upon the crash site with a weary sense of suspicion, unsure what to think as the creature rose, adorned within armour and baring a weapon familiar to the fox. Monotone colours adorned what fur was visible, the eyes with which he took in his surroundings holding a cool colour of this land yet they too felt strange, everything off in some minor way.
“I would ask if you were of the Ascended but they are nothing but mortals, you...” Words fell away, steps touched with a certain confidence as they moved closer. By the feline – if one may call such anything akin to the creatures that inhabited this world – Esma was small, stature only a small bit above that of a domesticated feline, but the dark eyes narrowed as they lifted. “No mortal would survive such but to be a star. Might I ask what are you and that language, I have never heard of it.” Other questions lingered but the most pressing rose. They had heard the strange tongue, almost a song given a sharp edge, and when Fin glossed over it thought to ask themself.