02-14-2020, 03:10 PM
The sensation of a fully grown animal falling down in a heap was hard to ignore, even when muffled by the soil and the earth absorbing the shockwaves. That was how Abathur was alerted to the position of one Aurum, someone who he never seemed to escape - not that he minded. The lion was typically pleasant company, even on bad days, and Abathur was never one to dislike people without reason.
It seemed headaches hit Aurum harder than most, though - his voice was sharp, if unwieldy. A hammer to a sword, frustration to cold anger. The spider still had a fairly good idea of what the lion would sound like truly enraged, though. He approached with calm demeanor, limbs still a bit slowed, body still a bit lower, the language of his form giving off the impression of one in a slump. Yet still he came, out of concern and curiosity in equal parts. "Is subject Aurum..." he started, stopping before he could ask the foolish "are you okay," because even a blind man could see that he wasn't. He could feel the slight wobble in his seating, the unintentional shift of pressure from one side to the other, the paws planted firmly to ground him, keep him more stable, even if it didn't work. So, instead of asking if he was okay, Abathur simply grumbled, tapping the ground once, and moving forward to stand in front of Aurum.
"Little headache? Interesting. Is there another reason for subject's fall?" He asked, the question loaded, a trap waiting to be sprung, a web waiting for an unsuspecting insect. Truthfully, even despite his suspicion that Aurum was lying about the severity of his headache, the spider was still curious about if Aurum had any other symptoms that might indicate an underlying problem - still, he was proud of the artistry in his question, and stood by it, awaiting a response from the proxy.
It seemed headaches hit Aurum harder than most, though - his voice was sharp, if unwieldy. A hammer to a sword, frustration to cold anger. The spider still had a fairly good idea of what the lion would sound like truly enraged, though. He approached with calm demeanor, limbs still a bit slowed, body still a bit lower, the language of his form giving off the impression of one in a slump. Yet still he came, out of concern and curiosity in equal parts. "Is subject Aurum..." he started, stopping before he could ask the foolish "are you okay," because even a blind man could see that he wasn't. He could feel the slight wobble in his seating, the unintentional shift of pressure from one side to the other, the paws planted firmly to ground him, keep him more stable, even if it didn't work. So, instead of asking if he was okay, Abathur simply grumbled, tapping the ground once, and moving forward to stand in front of Aurum.
"Little headache? Interesting. Is there another reason for subject's fall?" He asked, the question loaded, a trap waiting to be sprung, a web waiting for an unsuspecting insect. Truthfully, even despite his suspicion that Aurum was lying about the severity of his headache, the spider was still curious about if Aurum had any other symptoms that might indicate an underlying problem - still, he was proud of the artistry in his question, and stood by it, awaiting a response from the proxy.
tags - "speech"