10-25-2018, 03:24 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]His opinions on leaving had been made perfectly clear. A nomad never should've had issues with evacuating a lost cause, and the Heeler didn't have any attachment to the home that the Tanglers had tried to build up for themselves - relying on these animals was where a line was drawn. Months had passed before Tanglewood had gained some fraction of trust from Axle, a group which he'd never interacted with had no chance of appeasing to a wary being. The main group of Tanglers evacuating had been far, far away from the Australian canine, who'd ghosted along so many feet back he looked to be nothing more than a scavenger as opposed to a comrade. Eyes had traced to lone paths so many times during the journey, it looked like he could've left at any point, but whilst his debt still remained wholly unpaid, Axle couldn't justify leaving innocents in the jaws of strangers.
Catching up to the borders now that they'd stopped, it seemed that the dog had just enough time to listen to what these beasts had to say for themselves. Two were fine, two were mocking, at the slightest hint of aggression from the strangers (albeit be exasperated on his part from sheer paranoia), grey ears pinned back to his skull. Muscles already so tense seemed to worsen as more and more words came, to the point where he looked like a statue. With grey fur refusing to budge in the occasional winds that whipped through, the only thing that proved he was living did seem to be the flickering glare he gave and the ragged up and downs movement of his sides. His mouth was too dry to speak, even as saliva threatened to pool at his jowls as he held back a growl no retorts could be made. No 'just take them ins' or 'shut ups' could escape frowning black lips, nor would they ever.
There'd be place to slumber within the mountains where he could overlook the camp, he'd take his leave to them the moment this exchange was over. Bears and pumas may've run rampant in unclaimed territory, but Axle would take his chances with openly volatile animals instead of snakes in the grass. No amount of convincing would've gotten this group to realise how dangerous their plan was, at least staying close by was a suitable compromise in case some children had to be shepherded back to safe lands when these folk turned sour. Violence from the Sun folk would happen, he'd bet everything on it.
Catching up to the borders now that they'd stopped, it seemed that the dog had just enough time to listen to what these beasts had to say for themselves. Two were fine, two were mocking, at the slightest hint of aggression from the strangers (albeit be exasperated on his part from sheer paranoia), grey ears pinned back to his skull. Muscles already so tense seemed to worsen as more and more words came, to the point where he looked like a statue. With grey fur refusing to budge in the occasional winds that whipped through, the only thing that proved he was living did seem to be the flickering glare he gave and the ragged up and downs movement of his sides. His mouth was too dry to speak, even as saliva threatened to pool at his jowls as he held back a growl no retorts could be made. No 'just take them ins' or 'shut ups' could escape frowning black lips, nor would they ever.
There'd be place to slumber within the mountains where he could overlook the camp, he'd take his leave to them the moment this exchange was over. Bears and pumas may've run rampant in unclaimed territory, but Axle would take his chances with openly volatile animals instead of snakes in the grass. No amount of convincing would've gotten this group to realise how dangerous their plan was, at least staying close by was a suitable compromise in case some children had to be shepherded back to safe lands when these folk turned sour. Violence from the Sun folk would happen, he'd bet everything on it.
AND THE EARTH BECOMES MY THRONE
———————「 tanglewood / [color=black]tags / blue heeler / @ PYRO 」 ———————