01-05-2019, 07:29 PM
//OOC
Sometimes he pondered how and why members from any given group reacted so quickly to anything that happened within their borders. For as big as their territories were, it was improbable. Was he surprised that a crowd began to grow mere seconds and minutes after confirming the death of the canine before him? No. Well, he was incapable of such a reaction, but that was beside the point.
When the mischievous troublemaker by the name of Beck swaggered over, he was only offered a side glance, still mainly fixated on the vial in his hand. Its glow had faded, leaving the viscous and milky white liquid on its own. Murder. Yes, he supposed dully, it would be called murder. It hadn’t been his intention, of course. An accident of sorts. The reptile paid no heed to the blatant mockery of his words upon the ghost’s arrival. A reason echoed in his mind. Right- murder was greatly frowned upon and punished in the public world. ”It was an accident,” he stated. ”I did not intend for them to lose their life. An unforeseen result.” Thankfully, the zipper-and-key motion Beck had made was not lost on the dense dragon- but it would be pointless if others had seen the accident happen. He blinked in response to the last comment. Squawk? That nickname again. This same boy had called him that before. "It is Ska'arq, not Squawk," he corrected once again.
His suspicions about more witnesses were confirmed when more Tanglers began to appear, bearing various emotions ranging from anger, to disappointment, to confusion. All were common. Nothing new. Ska'arq raised his head, allowing them to all voice their concerns and confusion before he spoke out. Defending himself would be important here, he came to realize. Being kicked out of Tanglewood was not an option at the moment.
An empty stare first moved to the tortoiseshell cat who appeared to be... slow, for lack of better terms. "I did not mean to kill them. An accident." This would be the first time he was in a situation like this. Ska'arq was unsure how to predict the outcome. Should someone with a more aggressive temperament come by... Unfavorable. The dragon turned to the group as a whole. He had committed a wrong. Apologies were a must after someone has done something wrong. "I am sorry. I have done something wrong without intention to. Please forgive me." Cyan flickered down to the corpse beside him. "I did not expect them to die. If I am honest, I am uncertain about the circumstances of their death. It currently eludes me." Which was true- he had no idea what just happened. Did whatever was in the vial connect to it? Well, of course it did. It wasn't just a coincidence that they died after the process. What was the white substance?
[align=center]ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGSSometimes he pondered how and why members from any given group reacted so quickly to anything that happened within their borders. For as big as their territories were, it was improbable. Was he surprised that a crowd began to grow mere seconds and minutes after confirming the death of the canine before him? No. Well, he was incapable of such a reaction, but that was beside the point.
When the mischievous troublemaker by the name of Beck swaggered over, he was only offered a side glance, still mainly fixated on the vial in his hand. Its glow had faded, leaving the viscous and milky white liquid on its own. Murder. Yes, he supposed dully, it would be called murder. It hadn’t been his intention, of course. An accident of sorts. The reptile paid no heed to the blatant mockery of his words upon the ghost’s arrival. A reason echoed in his mind. Right- murder was greatly frowned upon and punished in the public world. ”It was an accident,” he stated. ”I did not intend for them to lose their life. An unforeseen result.” Thankfully, the zipper-and-key motion Beck had made was not lost on the dense dragon- but it would be pointless if others had seen the accident happen. He blinked in response to the last comment. Squawk? That nickname again. This same boy had called him that before. "It is Ska'arq, not Squawk," he corrected once again.
His suspicions about more witnesses were confirmed when more Tanglers began to appear, bearing various emotions ranging from anger, to disappointment, to confusion. All were common. Nothing new. Ska'arq raised his head, allowing them to all voice their concerns and confusion before he spoke out. Defending himself would be important here, he came to realize. Being kicked out of Tanglewood was not an option at the moment.
An empty stare first moved to the tortoiseshell cat who appeared to be... slow, for lack of better terms. "I did not mean to kill them. An accident." This would be the first time he was in a situation like this. Ska'arq was unsure how to predict the outcome. Should someone with a more aggressive temperament come by... Unfavorable. The dragon turned to the group as a whole. He had committed a wrong. Apologies were a must after someone has done something wrong. "I am sorry. I have done something wrong without intention to. Please forgive me." Cyan flickered down to the corpse beside him. "I did not expect them to die. If I am honest, I am uncertain about the circumstances of their death. It currently eludes me." Which was true- he had no idea what just happened. Did whatever was in the vial connect to it? Well, of course it did. It wasn't just a coincidence that they died after the process. What was the white substance?
![[Image: squawk.gif]](https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/405754444454559756/423199229599547418/squawk.gif)
THE DANGER DOESN’T REGISTER ,
THE FEAR FEELS LIKE AN ACT !
dragon — emotionless — tags — typhoon — roleplayed by cakie !