I Wonder When They Will Wake Up? (Open)

[Sterling]

[span style="text-shadow:1.5px 1.5px #087F6A;"]Sterling[/span]

It would seem that Sterling didn't get a chance to trot along to his next destination, though he would in fact be going somewhere! 'Hey!' That firm shout at his direction was more than enough to set the easily startled Lynx off. If there had been a ceiling, he would of hit it with the air he got, springing directly upwards into the air. His bob tail spun around rapidly as if to maintain balance as he came tumbling back down, and tumble he did. Sterling would flail some, bucket following closely behind him as it left his maw, rolling down a little ways further into the crater before finally getting his bearings. All four paws were spread wide and his chest pressed down into the earth by the time he finally stopped, pupils the size of dinnerplates. He huffed and panted, the bucket tumbled the last few feet towards him and bopped him right in the nose, it's contents littered over the ten or so feet he had rolled.

It didn't take the adrenaline fueled Lynx long to realize that he had nowhere to hide either, seeing the very large lion.. WITH WINGS? WINGS? What on gods good earth was going on here? Why was everyone so strange? With no where to hide and likely nowhere to run, all Sterling had left was his voice. Surely he would need to talk his way out of this. But first and foremost.. Sneaking up on someone was very rude! Aurum had caused all of the trinkets he had worked so hard to find today to be scattered about. "N-now you listen here! You shouldn't sneak up on people! I nearly saw the end just now! Weren't you raised better?" His limbs were shaking a bit in fear, his voice lost most smoothness and cracked and stuttered here and there.

Sterling gathered himself, lifting his body upwards and giving his fur a few hard shakes. Dust and ash fell from the Lynx's thick coat, creating a small cloud that the wind quickly took away. The questions had, more or less, gone straight over Sterling's head as he ruffled his fur clean and moved to gather up his bucket. "All of that hard work gone, gonegonegonegonegone. It wasn't all that impressive anyways. Even you liked the shiny from the angry man! Yes bu-. Then it stands. I'm the best collector" This came out quite a few notches lower on the volume scale, but easily loud enough for the lion to hear. That bucket handle was scooped up into his maw and the bucket, carefully flipped upright before being placed on a mostly even looking pile of ash on the incline.

Once him and his bucket were settled, he accepted his fate and took a seat in the dry ash and dirt. His stance was pushed up tall, doing whatever he could to make himself look just that much bigger. His fur was even bristled out a bit; though this only served to make him look more like a pompom than anything. Very fierce. "Now then. What do you want of me? Do you enjoy going around and startling others?" The lynx said in an attempt to further scold the big winged male. His tufted ears were folded downwards against his head, despite making himself big, the body language still screamed, 'I'm scared'.