12-12-2020, 01:55 AM
The moment he caught the scent, Graham stared in that direction. Once, however, that an entity appeared, he straightened up, eyes immediately darting to the ground . He hesitates a moment, ears flattening more, and claws shuffling the dart. He had done this so many times, and yet he struggled to respond in a moderately normal way. He wants to assume that probably, it was because he knew he was far, far away from where he had come from, where he was born, raised, and where he once developed into a leader.
Perhaps his anxiety came from that, or just the general knowledge that he was just bad at any social interaction...Right.
"I- uh... Sorry, I'm-" Embarrassing. Graham stutters his first initial words, ears and face growing hot in embarrassment. He shakes his head slightly, necklaces swinging as he brings a paw up and into his eyes, rubbing them; a nervous tick.
"I'm not here to, uh. Be. Dangerous...?" He starts hesitantly. "I'd like to, ask about the group here. The Elysium I guess in general, but-" The savannah pauses, thinking his words over carefully, before starting his next few sentences. "Something smells a bit adrift."
Being a leader in the past, he was fully aware of what takeovers smelled like, how the energy felt and how that stench of humility and hurt drenched the air and lingered in a thick, almost suffocating way. He had seen it one too many times with the clans, groups, and guilds that he had joined and departed with.
Perhaps his anxiety came from that, or just the general knowledge that he was just bad at any social interaction...Right.
"I- uh... Sorry, I'm-" Embarrassing. Graham stutters his first initial words, ears and face growing hot in embarrassment. He shakes his head slightly, necklaces swinging as he brings a paw up and into his eyes, rubbing them; a nervous tick.
"I'm not here to, uh. Be. Dangerous...?" He starts hesitantly. "I'd like to, ask about the group here. The Elysium I guess in general, but-" The savannah pauses, thinking his words over carefully, before starting his next few sentences. "Something smells a bit adrift."
Being a leader in the past, he was fully aware of what takeovers smelled like, how the energy felt and how that stench of humility and hurt drenched the air and lingered in a thick, almost suffocating way. He had seen it one too many times with the clans, groups, and guilds that he had joined and departed with.