01-20-2020, 03:15 PM
Well - if she was expecting felines, he would certainly be a shock.
Abathur came in on the tail-end of the conversation, approaching with a languid crawl, having noticed Aurum going in a direction, and deciding that he would probably get into some interesting business. He was rather bored, sitting around all day, and his constant attempts at focusing his vision only got him a nice headache and an annoyed attitude. It was time he left the house - web, rather. He hadn't been in his house in a while.
Living in that hammock-like web up in the trees reminded the spider of his years living alone, with naught but a book or two and some research to amuse him, any attempts at socializing with certain groups in the neutral territories being met with harsh retribution for his crime of - well, he hadn't committed any crimes besides looking creepy to most, but apparently that was enough to be attacked for. He supposed he couldn't blame them, in the end - to a cat, the sight of him, a spider dwarfing most domestic felines in size was like seeing an alien, a demon. A monster.
It still spooked him sometimes, whenever someone looked upon him and their heartbeat spiked. He could feel the pulse through the ground, a powerful reminder of his own appearance. He didn't let it keep him down, no, but it was still there, and sometimes that was bad enough. He could only hope that a minimal amount of joiners would look on him with such fear.
As he reached the group, hearing Virgil ask if they were a "pride of lion-feline things," he couldn't help but let out a little laugh. A single little chuckle, deep but quiet, as he realized the ironic value of him popping up immediately after that question was asked. The chuckle was all the noise he made for a few moments, coming to sit next to the lion he had followed, vaguely facing Virgil. He was contemplating what to say - because truthfully, he rather didn't care if the canid stayed or left, but still felt the experience would be valuable data for his studies. "Greetings," he said, "Believe fellow subjects only concerned. Social creatures, naturally empathetic - subject's... hungry appearance assists urge to help." His voice deep and grammar stilted, he spoke, though despite the odd structure of his sentences, his words seemed to have an odd flow, a sense of purpose, an indication there was a rational explanation for his speech. Adding to this effect, he didn't continue with his speech, deciding internally that he had said enough. Everything else was said for him, and he was only a Chaser - he felt it wasn't really his place to go out of the way to invite people into the clan, even if it was perfectly allowed for anyone to do that.
Abathur came in on the tail-end of the conversation, approaching with a languid crawl, having noticed Aurum going in a direction, and deciding that he would probably get into some interesting business. He was rather bored, sitting around all day, and his constant attempts at focusing his vision only got him a nice headache and an annoyed attitude. It was time he left the house - web, rather. He hadn't been in his house in a while.
Living in that hammock-like web up in the trees reminded the spider of his years living alone, with naught but a book or two and some research to amuse him, any attempts at socializing with certain groups in the neutral territories being met with harsh retribution for his crime of - well, he hadn't committed any crimes besides looking creepy to most, but apparently that was enough to be attacked for. He supposed he couldn't blame them, in the end - to a cat, the sight of him, a spider dwarfing most domestic felines in size was like seeing an alien, a demon. A monster.
It still spooked him sometimes, whenever someone looked upon him and their heartbeat spiked. He could feel the pulse through the ground, a powerful reminder of his own appearance. He didn't let it keep him down, no, but it was still there, and sometimes that was bad enough. He could only hope that a minimal amount of joiners would look on him with such fear.
As he reached the group, hearing Virgil ask if they were a "pride of lion-feline things," he couldn't help but let out a little laugh. A single little chuckle, deep but quiet, as he realized the ironic value of him popping up immediately after that question was asked. The chuckle was all the noise he made for a few moments, coming to sit next to the lion he had followed, vaguely facing Virgil. He was contemplating what to say - because truthfully, he rather didn't care if the canid stayed or left, but still felt the experience would be valuable data for his studies. "Greetings," he said, "Believe fellow subjects only concerned. Social creatures, naturally empathetic - subject's... hungry appearance assists urge to help." His voice deep and grammar stilted, he spoke, though despite the odd structure of his sentences, his words seemed to have an odd flow, a sense of purpose, an indication there was a rational explanation for his speech. Adding to this effect, he didn't continue with his speech, deciding internally that he had said enough. Everything else was said for him, and he was only a Chaser - he felt it wasn't really his place to go out of the way to invite people into the clan, even if it was perfectly allowed for anyone to do that.
tags - "speech"