11-04-2018, 08:12 PM
Sorbet had never struggled with the same feelings as Rosemary. There wasn't much in his life to cause him any anxiety, except maybe the looming thought of his inadequacy. Even so, that was more of a sick kind of sadness, not the unfamiliar and painful coil of fear. Perhaps if he'd faced any danger in his life aside from pathogens and the threat of his body turning against him, he'd know true fear, but for now there's no way that he could empathise with the former Typhoon member. He still had yet to get used to all the noises and smells of the rainforest, but by now he had grown familiar with the sound of something large moving through the foliage. The snapping and rustling was hard to miss. The wolf happened to be nearby when he caught it, ears pricking and rotating towards the source before his paws did the same and he began in her direction.
When he emerged from the thicket of ferns that had been blocking his path, he found himself off to the side of a wildcat. He had never seen anyone of her species before, nor had he seen anything like the saltwater crocodile that tailed her. Sorbet tilted his head, a childish gleam of curiosity in his eyes as he studied the pair. "Hey," he greeted somewhat snappily, the tone completely unintentional yet no less harsh. "Who are ya, an' what's that thing?" He closed in on them, snaking from the foliage and shaking some frozen shards of leaf out of his fur. When Sorbet deemed himself close enough he stopped, although his tail continued to coil in the dirt behind him. There was a strange smell that coated the female. Salty and foreign, different to anything that he had ever smelled before. His nose wrinkled. "An' where did ya come from?" He was still unaware of the presence of other groups, the Rosebloods being new to him itself.
When he emerged from the thicket of ferns that had been blocking his path, he found himself off to the side of a wildcat. He had never seen anyone of her species before, nor had he seen anything like the saltwater crocodile that tailed her. Sorbet tilted his head, a childish gleam of curiosity in his eyes as he studied the pair. "Hey," he greeted somewhat snappily, the tone completely unintentional yet no less harsh. "Who are ya, an' what's that thing?" He closed in on them, snaking from the foliage and shaking some frozen shards of leaf out of his fur. When Sorbet deemed himself close enough he stopped, although his tail continued to coil in the dirt behind him. There was a strange smell that coated the female. Salty and foreign, different to anything that he had ever smelled before. His nose wrinkled. "An' where did ya come from?" He was still unaware of the presence of other groups, the Rosebloods being new to him itself.
hot summer streets
and the pavement is burning .
"i sit around trying to smile." — wolf — the rosebloods — member — male