04-10-2018, 01:00 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"]The first to approach him was almost exactly what he was expecting of a creature that came from the murky swamps: a three-eyed feline. They were nearly sluggish, improper with their appearance and their words. It was quite the opposite of himself, and to say that Marvolo was disgusted was an understatement. All they earned from him was a furrow of his figurative brows, as he knew when and when not to open his mouth. He knew that it was critical to make a good first impression, no matter what his own impressions of the swamp-creatures were. This one wasn't as mutated as one would anticipate, but they sure suited their environment. Sopping with drool and a bit smelly; good Lord, were they all going to be like this? Marvolo did his best to ignore their snarky comments towards him and instead formulate a most proper response to this... "Valo-kas".
Before he could, though, another came walking towards the duo. The molly was considerably more well-kept in her appearance, as she was only a simple domestic feline carrying a satchel, just like him. This brought him to subconsciously shift his own bag, which contained his special books and possessions, and he found himself resting his glistening emerald gaze onto the she-cat instead. Quite frankly, she was easier to look at than Valo-kas. He did give a quick, short-lived glance to the three-eyed feline before addressing Belladonna, "My name is Marvolo," His voice was that of a young adult, intertwined with an accent of the British variety. His gaze traveled down to his ankles, where his adders were slithering around them and staring blankly up at the two strangers. "This is Eryn, and this is Tisiphone. We've been traveling for quite a few weeks, now." They were probably going to be glad to finally rest their heads, he reckoned.
His gaze traveled back up to Belladonna. Like the seasons, they were prone to changing in temperature. Sometimes they could appear as cold as ice, and sometimes they were as warm as the sun itself. It was unlikely that anyone would ever witnes the latter, though, but right now his eyes lingered on the middle of the scale. They weren't icy and calculating, but seeing as this female wasn't repulsive or rude, they were figuratively thawing out in this moment. "I believe it would only be proper to ask for your name, miss." Making a good first impression was all that Marvolo cared about. The sooner he earned their trust, the easier it would be to settle into this place.
Before he could, though, another came walking towards the duo. The molly was considerably more well-kept in her appearance, as she was only a simple domestic feline carrying a satchel, just like him. This brought him to subconsciously shift his own bag, which contained his special books and possessions, and he found himself resting his glistening emerald gaze onto the she-cat instead. Quite frankly, she was easier to look at than Valo-kas. He did give a quick, short-lived glance to the three-eyed feline before addressing Belladonna, "My name is Marvolo," His voice was that of a young adult, intertwined with an accent of the British variety. His gaze traveled down to his ankles, where his adders were slithering around them and staring blankly up at the two strangers. "This is Eryn, and this is Tisiphone. We've been traveling for quite a few weeks, now." They were probably going to be glad to finally rest their heads, he reckoned.
His gaze traveled back up to Belladonna. Like the seasons, they were prone to changing in temperature. Sometimes they could appear as cold as ice, and sometimes they were as warm as the sun itself. It was unlikely that anyone would ever witnes the latter, though, but right now his eyes lingered on the middle of the scale. They weren't icy and calculating, but seeing as this female wasn't repulsive or rude, they were figuratively thawing out in this moment. "I believe it would only be proper to ask for your name, miss." Making a good first impression was all that Marvolo cared about. The sooner he earned their trust, the easier it would be to settle into this place.
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CUPID HIT ME, CUPID HIT ME WITH PRECISION
I WONDER IF YOU LOOK BOTH WAYS WHEN YOU CROSS MY MIND.
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