12-22-2019, 12:54 AM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]Marlon wouldn't say that Redvox's appearance had frightened him but it did make him pause momentarily. He had never seen anyone quite like him and so he stared until he realized he was being rude. Marlon blinked and shuffled his paws in embarrassment, briefly looking away. His ears perked when the fellow, Redvox, began speaking.
Marlon attempted to return his smile, an awkward albeit genuine little thing before his face fell back to its frigid state. The man seemed nice. He wasn't expecting otherwise but it was relieving to find that his first greeter hadn't been rude. "Pleased to meet you, Redvox. Th--" his words faded into a muffled yelp when he heard flapping, body stiffening and head snapping up. He tried to relax his stance when he saw that it wasn't a hawk or an eagle as he had assumed and rather a wyvern.
Fiery embarrassment tinged his ears as he tried to compose himself. "Yeah, that's my...last name," Marlon hesitantly replied, stating the obvious. Wow, nice one, genius! He supposed it was a rather odd last name but he couldn't remember if it was something he had come up with or if it was his family's. "Right. Sorry about that, Aslisk," so he had just acted like a moron in front of the second-in-command? Awesome. He awarded himself a gold star with a heavy heart. "I...will keep that in mind. Thanks." He tried to send her a smile like he had with Redvox and only succeeded in looking like someone had stabbed him in the foot.
Thankfully, the other member who approached didn't put him at risk for an early heart attack. Marlon inclined his head and once again tried to muster up a smile in response. Smiling was not his forte, ugh. He listened as the other introduced himself, occasionally nodding along. So this was Roman? It seemed as if--with the exception of 'Breena'--all the members Redvox had listed showed.
Marlon opened his mouth to exchange pleasantries then closed it at the other's question. He paused for a moment to mull it over. "I don't dislike them." Marlon answered honestly with a flick of his white-tipped tail. He tried to scour his brain for any memories of medicinal knowledge, quickly coming up blank. "Probably could do better in knowing about them," he added with a huff at himself.
Marlon attempted to return his smile, an awkward albeit genuine little thing before his face fell back to its frigid state. The man seemed nice. He wasn't expecting otherwise but it was relieving to find that his first greeter hadn't been rude. "Pleased to meet you, Redvox. Th--" his words faded into a muffled yelp when he heard flapping, body stiffening and head snapping up. He tried to relax his stance when he saw that it wasn't a hawk or an eagle as he had assumed and rather a wyvern.
Fiery embarrassment tinged his ears as he tried to compose himself. "Yeah, that's my...last name," Marlon hesitantly replied, stating the obvious. Wow, nice one, genius! He supposed it was a rather odd last name but he couldn't remember if it was something he had come up with or if it was his family's. "Right. Sorry about that, Aslisk," so he had just acted like a moron in front of the second-in-command? Awesome. He awarded himself a gold star with a heavy heart. "I...will keep that in mind. Thanks." He tried to send her a smile like he had with Redvox and only succeeded in looking like someone had stabbed him in the foot.
Thankfully, the other member who approached didn't put him at risk for an early heart attack. Marlon inclined his head and once again tried to muster up a smile in response. Smiling was not his forte, ugh. He listened as the other introduced himself, occasionally nodding along. So this was Roman? It seemed as if--with the exception of 'Breena'--all the members Redvox had listed showed.
Marlon opened his mouth to exchange pleasantries then closed it at the other's question. He paused for a moment to mull it over. "I don't dislike them." Marlon answered honestly with a flick of his white-tipped tail. He tried to scour his brain for any memories of medicinal knowledge, quickly coming up blank. "Probably could do better in knowing about them," he added with a huff at himself.