05-09-2021, 01:20 PM
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ARLO MAXIMUS
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Arlo's wings flapped none-too-gently at Damion's words. His eyes shifted towards the hellhound. He didn't have a choice. Had they waltzed onto another territory and they were attacked without regard, would Arlo's words been out of turn? It wasn't like Arlo had sent a RSVP ahead, let them knew he was coming. Had they been attacked, it was better to be on the defensive side. His eyebrows drew together, however. This was no place to discuss what they should and shouldn't have done.
He looked back towards those had approached. He ignored Valhalla's words flat out, he had no rent-free space in his head to give to someone who continued to complain about Arlo. But this.. Arlo's eyes narrowed, his ears laying back and his teeth baring gently. This drunk was lucky that they were outnumbered, else Arlo would have found time later to pick him out of his teeth. However, instead of speaking to someone belligerent and uncaring (especially it sounded like towards children), he looked towards Aesior. "Contain yourself." His words dropped to a soft whisper, meant for and heard by Aesior alone. "This is no place to start a war."
But who came next was deemed one of the most important people in Arlo's mind. Gael. Arlo picked his head up, evening his face out from the anger that had started to bubble over at the child-napper himself. "My name is Arlo. We come from The Golden Eye." He stated. His eyes shifted towards the kidnapper, before back towards Gael, giving a small nod. "Like I had stated, we appreciate you looking after our member. I'm relieved to hear his wounds weren't serious." Arlo finally dipped his head towards Gael. He felt respectful enough towards him, so.. he would give it back.
His head perked back up suddenly as Fraggle's voice rang out. Finally the tension eased off of his shoulders as the child bouldered through the Pittians, hopping up to Aesior, Arlo's head turning. He couldn't stop himself from moving, turning his head and quickly pressing his nose to Fraggle's head. A soft exhale came from him, almost a shudder of his wings. His eyebrows drew gently, picking his head back up, ignoring how close that put Arlo to Aesior. He still had yet to have a conversation with Aesior yet, in which that small thought crossing his mind made his stomach flutter. Not the time, Maximus.
He looked towards Aine as she spoke, but Damion had spoken for him. He kept his lip tight, once again ignoring any other members. He wasn't going to let a child tell him what he could and couldn't do, anyways. Arlo exhaled through his nose, the last bit of smoke curling from his muzzle. "It's time for us to leave. I'm afraid we overstayed what little welcome we would have received either way, but again. Thank you for tending to his wounds." Arlo hesitated a moment. "I expect he will be punished, but again, that's up to you and less us." Arlo gestured towards Dante, his red eyes narrowing for a moment.
Arlo would wait for his companions to depart before he would turn his back.
"speech"
He looked back towards those had approached. He ignored Valhalla's words flat out, he had no rent-free space in his head to give to someone who continued to complain about Arlo. But this.. Arlo's eyes narrowed, his ears laying back and his teeth baring gently. This drunk was lucky that they were outnumbered, else Arlo would have found time later to pick him out of his teeth. However, instead of speaking to someone belligerent and uncaring (especially it sounded like towards children), he looked towards Aesior. "Contain yourself." His words dropped to a soft whisper, meant for and heard by Aesior alone. "This is no place to start a war."
But who came next was deemed one of the most important people in Arlo's mind. Gael. Arlo picked his head up, evening his face out from the anger that had started to bubble over at the child-napper himself. "My name is Arlo. We come from The Golden Eye." He stated. His eyes shifted towards the kidnapper, before back towards Gael, giving a small nod. "Like I had stated, we appreciate you looking after our member. I'm relieved to hear his wounds weren't serious." Arlo finally dipped his head towards Gael. He felt respectful enough towards him, so.. he would give it back.
His head perked back up suddenly as Fraggle's voice rang out. Finally the tension eased off of his shoulders as the child bouldered through the Pittians, hopping up to Aesior, Arlo's head turning. He couldn't stop himself from moving, turning his head and quickly pressing his nose to Fraggle's head. A soft exhale came from him, almost a shudder of his wings. His eyebrows drew gently, picking his head back up, ignoring how close that put Arlo to Aesior. He still had yet to have a conversation with Aesior yet, in which that small thought crossing his mind made his stomach flutter. Not the time, Maximus.
He looked towards Aine as she spoke, but Damion had spoken for him. He kept his lip tight, once again ignoring any other members. He wasn't going to let a child tell him what he could and couldn't do, anyways. Arlo exhaled through his nose, the last bit of smoke curling from his muzzle. "It's time for us to leave. I'm afraid we overstayed what little welcome we would have received either way, but again. Thank you for tending to his wounds." Arlo hesitated a moment. "I expect he will be punished, but again, that's up to you and less us." Arlo gestured towards Dante, his red eyes narrowing for a moment.
Arlo would wait for his companions to depart before he would turn his back.
"speech"
— Reggan