11-06-2018, 02:59 AM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]His heart was indifferent when he walked on unfamiliar turf, still accustomed to his life of traveling that the sounds of squelching mud and the splosh of puddles didn't phase him. He did not have anything against the mess of a pathway the three of them had taken, keeping his head down as he heard his companions walk along with him. He came to notice that Frightfur was struggling, remnants of mud contrasting greatly to his ivory palette and spoiling his robotic appearance. Perry would have felt sorry for the male if it hadn't been for the fact that he looked like he was having fun, enjoying the rough outdoors and natural elements. He thought it to be normal, ears casually twitching about in search of any dangerous noise or sounds he would have to take note of. So far everything had been going smoothly and he felt calm with the silence that befell the group. Well, he had never been too fearful of anything. Most things were met by the male with indifference, eyes cold and watching, glasslike as he made decisions within his running head. Perry was simply used to the world that revolved around him and constant changes of scenery made him feel almost nostalgic if not for the fact that he had joined the Rosebloods for the sake of settling down.
He merely blinks at the serval's comment, face blank because he wasn't sure how to respond. Perry didn't like speaking because it made everyone think he was awfully shy. He was only hesitant to socialise because it was usually a two-way deal. His horrible stutter often caused others to ask him to re-iterate and the stress of trying to stop his words from shaking and trembling only made his stammers worse. To top it all off, he seemed meek because his voice was so soft. It was easy for his words to become strangled by the wind, buried by the murmur of thoughts. The coyote decides to give the male a polite nod. To be honest, he only signed up to be an ambassador for the walking. He may consider himself an energy conservationist but walking had never been something he thought tired him. It was just walking, moving, surviving. In terms of the actual interacting aspects of being an ambassador, he only wanted to do it as part of a challenge. At the time, it had almost felt to him like an expectation - an expectation that he had to sign up. It was strange but Perry still had yet to get used to a social life.
His jaws clench at his basket's handle, tired from the weight of the gifts he was holding. Again and again the canine would consider putting it down, letting himself swallow and take a moment to breathe before picking it up again. But every time he planned to do so, his eyes would catch the appearance of watered soil, knowing that the straw would be ruined the moment he put them down. He brought mainly Egyptian-inspired jewelry, exotic flowers, herbs and a few paints that had been made by crushed plants. Perry could only do so much considering the short timespan he had been living within the Rosebloods, the male furrowing his brows just a little when he wondered what on earth he would do the next time he visited Tanglewood. It was strange to know that he was coming here bearing gifts because he'd spent all his life avoiding such big groups, not looking for trouble and knowing there would be no use hanging around if he didn't want to say. He heard big communities preferred others to come and stay rather than visit, often taking the time to try and persuade. He would have been intensely annoyed if that had happened to him but here he was: walking with two creatures he hardly knew, representing a group he had only just joined and going to a place he would have never naturally stepped foot in.
When he heard Frightfur's telepathic call, he stiffened a little. He has seen powers before and should have expected such phenomenons considering the serval's unique appearance but he couldn't help but feel immediately unsettled by the voice in his head. He would have thought himself as mad had it not been for the words the young creature spoke, addressing to Tanglewood that he understood that Frightfur was doing this because it was hard to project so far and wide otherwise. Perry knew that he, for sure, would not have the audacity to even shout. His vocal cords weren't the most trained. Well, on the topic of speaking, the coyote would prefer to wait for members to appear in front of him first as he places the basket down, making sure they didn't touch anything dirty as his eyes pick up again, glistening in quiet wait.
He merely blinks at the serval's comment, face blank because he wasn't sure how to respond. Perry didn't like speaking because it made everyone think he was awfully shy. He was only hesitant to socialise because it was usually a two-way deal. His horrible stutter often caused others to ask him to re-iterate and the stress of trying to stop his words from shaking and trembling only made his stammers worse. To top it all off, he seemed meek because his voice was so soft. It was easy for his words to become strangled by the wind, buried by the murmur of thoughts. The coyote decides to give the male a polite nod. To be honest, he only signed up to be an ambassador for the walking. He may consider himself an energy conservationist but walking had never been something he thought tired him. It was just walking, moving, surviving. In terms of the actual interacting aspects of being an ambassador, he only wanted to do it as part of a challenge. At the time, it had almost felt to him like an expectation - an expectation that he had to sign up. It was strange but Perry still had yet to get used to a social life.
His jaws clench at his basket's handle, tired from the weight of the gifts he was holding. Again and again the canine would consider putting it down, letting himself swallow and take a moment to breathe before picking it up again. But every time he planned to do so, his eyes would catch the appearance of watered soil, knowing that the straw would be ruined the moment he put them down. He brought mainly Egyptian-inspired jewelry, exotic flowers, herbs and a few paints that had been made by crushed plants. Perry could only do so much considering the short timespan he had been living within the Rosebloods, the male furrowing his brows just a little when he wondered what on earth he would do the next time he visited Tanglewood. It was strange to know that he was coming here bearing gifts because he'd spent all his life avoiding such big groups, not looking for trouble and knowing there would be no use hanging around if he didn't want to say. He heard big communities preferred others to come and stay rather than visit, often taking the time to try and persuade. He would have been intensely annoyed if that had happened to him but here he was: walking with two creatures he hardly knew, representing a group he had only just joined and going to a place he would have never naturally stepped foot in.
When he heard Frightfur's telepathic call, he stiffened a little. He has seen powers before and should have expected such phenomenons considering the serval's unique appearance but he couldn't help but feel immediately unsettled by the voice in his head. He would have thought himself as mad had it not been for the words the young creature spoke, addressing to Tanglewood that he understood that Frightfur was doing this because it was hard to project so far and wide otherwise. Perry knew that he, for sure, would not have the audacity to even shout. His vocal cords weren't the most trained. Well, on the topic of speaking, the coyote would prefer to wait for members to appear in front of him first as he places the basket down, making sure they didn't touch anything dirty as his eyes pick up again, glistening in quiet wait.