The appearance of a winged lion startled his quiet thoughts, sending his eight eyes directly towards the source of the disturbance. It was polite, thankfully, giving himself time to decide on whether he should be incredibly intrusive about the lion's body or otherwise, and not forcing the spider to run in terror, nor being incredibly rude. He also, thankfully, didn't question whether or not he was feral - that was one problem Abathur had never run into, strangely. Perhaps he just exuded an aura of intelligence (which he would certainly like to believe), or perhaps people just connected his otherworldly size with him being some sort of super-spider, this meaning he had to have some semblance of intelligence. Frankly, both were plausible for communal animals to assume, so he didn't spend much time dawdling on why people didn't mistake him for just another bug, instead focusing more on whether or not he was likely to get crushed like one regardless.
"Greetings," came the spider's cool voice, deep and rumbling, emanating from some unseen mouth like rolling thunder. Tentatively, the ebony-shelled arachnid took a few steps towards his lion interrogator, moving to circle it and examine its wings from a distance. "Abathur Everman. Require residence in area. Would be... grateful for subjects' accommodation." He said as politely as he could possibly muster to his now growing audience.
The newcomer, a hyena, was kind of a jackass. Not that he could really talk, but still - to start a conversation by telling the other person to hurry up was a bold move, and one that twisted the cryptid's stomach in anger. It took quite a bit for him not to retort venomously, convincing himself that policy was much more necessary than provoking this canine when it came to the current situation, but the broiling fury in his thorax truly did put him on edge. Strategically, the spider did not react beyond his previous words, and simply turned to watch Snarl, calmly dissecting the hyena with his eyes, to see if the other held any noticeable weak points - both in case of emergency, and because putting himself through more analytical thoughts helped quell his anger.
"Greetings," came the spider's cool voice, deep and rumbling, emanating from some unseen mouth like rolling thunder. Tentatively, the ebony-shelled arachnid took a few steps towards his lion interrogator, moving to circle it and examine its wings from a distance. "Abathur Everman. Require residence in area. Would be... grateful for subjects' accommodation." He said as politely as he could possibly muster to his now growing audience.
The newcomer, a hyena, was kind of a jackass. Not that he could really talk, but still - to start a conversation by telling the other person to hurry up was a bold move, and one that twisted the cryptid's stomach in anger. It took quite a bit for him not to retort venomously, convincing himself that policy was much more necessary than provoking this canine when it came to the current situation, but the broiling fury in his thorax truly did put him on edge. Strategically, the spider did not react beyond his previous words, and simply turned to watch Snarl, calmly dissecting the hyena with his eyes, to see if the other held any noticeable weak points - both in case of emergency, and because putting himself through more analytical thoughts helped quell his anger.
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