11-04-2018, 08:11 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]He isn't sure how long it will take for the coyote to become accustomed to all the smells that swam within the territory, intermingling. Some of the scents were foul and heavy, others were tangy and sharp. His brain didn't know what to interpret, unable to differentiate one thing from another. It was, however, not difficult to realise a chill in the air. The coolness of a breeze, moving and alive that his ears swiveled towards the source, noticing that the stranger was approaching from behind the glorified lion. His lips press together, expression unreadable, the canine refusing to take offence from the male's comment. It was true. He sounded nervous, he always did no matter who he was around. Perry was sure that even if he dissected his own brain clean apart, searched every inch of his body for the fault that caused his stammer, he wouldn't be able to fix himself. Then again, it was not to say that he grieved to be able to speak normally. He was a listener, not a speaker. Perry didn't even like to voice his opinions, let alone like the sound of his own voice. The fact that he sounded cowardly was convenient more than anything else because it meant others expected little from his behaviour. He would rather things stayed that way.
His body stays tense, unrelaxed because he was still in pain. He hadn't mentioned it, knowing it would soon subside, but it probably added more to his meek appearance. Perry looked too stiff. Muscles were as hard as bone, skin was burning beneath his fur - struggling from the humidity. He continued to try and remind himself that he would get used to the conditions, that his body will eventually come to adapt. It was how it always worked. "Thank y-you." The coyote gives a sigh of relief when Sorbet confirmed that he could join, nodding his head with enough enthusiasm to show he was grateful. Perry had always considered himself an energy conversationalist. He didn't like to do unneeded actions or go the extra mile for another. As long as he completed what was needed, he was content. "Ni-Nice to me-e-et you," he replies, attempting to raise his volume a little. He wanted to at least appear polite because he appreciated to two Rosebloods coming out in the first place, knowing that they held a mysterious reputation made him almost wonder if they were myths.
Perry's eyes shift around, ears drooping forward. "I-Is there a m-main base?"
His body stays tense, unrelaxed because he was still in pain. He hadn't mentioned it, knowing it would soon subside, but it probably added more to his meek appearance. Perry looked too stiff. Muscles were as hard as bone, skin was burning beneath his fur - struggling from the humidity. He continued to try and remind himself that he would get used to the conditions, that his body will eventually come to adapt. It was how it always worked. "Thank y-you." The coyote gives a sigh of relief when Sorbet confirmed that he could join, nodding his head with enough enthusiasm to show he was grateful. Perry had always considered himself an energy conversationalist. He didn't like to do unneeded actions or go the extra mile for another. As long as he completed what was needed, he was content. "Ni-Nice to me-e-et you," he replies, attempting to raise his volume a little. He wanted to at least appear polite because he appreciated to two Rosebloods coming out in the first place, knowing that they held a mysterious reputation made him almost wonder if they were myths.
Perry's eyes shift around, ears drooping forward. "I-Is there a m-main base?"