05-03-2021, 09:21 AM
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COLDMOUNTAIN ASH
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His ears twitched as he heard someone speak to him. He almost rolled his eyes. He worked better in silence, and without someone resting inquisitive eyes on his business. Cold raised his head from the tie, focusing on the man that approached. He knew who he was, he had seen him often enough. The Lord of the House of Poisons, or.. something like that. However gruffly the other man expected Cold to respond, his words were short and quick, his tone low and lacking any emotion that the other had sprung. "This is for training the academy."
He turned his head away from Jasper. He hadn't felt anything inclining him to speak more. There was no draw to introduce himself, no draw to explain himself. But where one comes, many follows. Cold's eyes did roll now. His head turned with a frown, observing those that approached. What was it with the warm and fuzzys, he asked himself. Cold exhaled through his nose, his ears twitching before he responded. "This is th' academy. Pages in th' like would train here, sword, defense, poisons, take yer pick." He said, eyes slightly narrowed.
However, as Ace approached, his gaze shifted for a moment. In terms of battle, there had been some a while ago. Nothing he wished to speak on now, and he certainly wouldn't just admit it to anyone around him. He felt his fur stand on end as people drew closer, his eyebrows drawing. However, at Ace's request, his ears twitched. "O' course I plan on trainin' weapons. Any donation would be o' help, bu' we 'ave weapons on site already."
"speech"
He turned his head away from Jasper. He hadn't felt anything inclining him to speak more. There was no draw to introduce himself, no draw to explain himself. But where one comes, many follows. Cold's eyes did roll now. His head turned with a frown, observing those that approached. What was it with the warm and fuzzys, he asked himself. Cold exhaled through his nose, his ears twitching before he responded. "This is th' academy. Pages in th' like would train here, sword, defense, poisons, take yer pick." He said, eyes slightly narrowed.
However, as Ace approached, his gaze shifted for a moment. In terms of battle, there had been some a while ago. Nothing he wished to speak on now, and he certainly wouldn't just admit it to anyone around him. He felt his fur stand on end as people drew closer, his eyebrows drawing. However, at Ace's request, his ears twitched. "O' course I plan on trainin' weapons. Any donation would be o' help, bu' we 'ave weapons on site already."
"speech"
— Reggan