09-25-2018, 12:55 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]It was an accident and he hadn't meant to cause trouble for Tanglewood. He felt like he had friends there but after this would those one sided bonds shatter. Clearing his throat he just stared at the canine, eyes shifting over the area before he tried to focus on what was going on. That was when one of the slaves came forth and congratulated him on this capture. So unintended yet he was being praised for it. Pain stabbed at the wounds he had gathered from such an encounter and he had to steady himself as he looked over toward Mori then, gaze a little bit clouded with a small amount of worry. He was just worried for possible friendships that were crushed because of what he had done. But the beast merely shook his head, having to sit down now because standing just made him more exhausted. "I-I don't know. I didn't even mean...." He couldn't say that. They'd think he was weak and laugh at him. He abhorred the idea of becoming a slave again and he struggled with his own moralities that never seemed to be consistent. And yet he had done this all the same.
The brute shifted his body, wincing a bit at his torn shoulder and the gash in his side before he looked over to Quill who had come forth first. His tail curled against his body before shaking his head a little bit. He wouldn't say anything on being congratulated but being hurt yes. "We got into a really bad scuffle. I wouldn't have...made it if I hadn't have used my powers." Not many in the Pitt knew he had any to begin with and so he merely muttered those words to Quill so that only he could hear him. After that he took a deep shuttering breath and focused on his captive as he woke up, already on the defensive with drool pooling around his lips. A growl was heard and it made the hair's along his own back prickle and stand up. He wasn't trying to be aggressive but at the same time didn't want to seem like he was a weak link so he spoke up to the chained canine. "What's your name?"
The brute shifted his body, wincing a bit at his torn shoulder and the gash in his side before he looked over to Quill who had come forth first. His tail curled against his body before shaking his head a little bit. He wouldn't say anything on being congratulated but being hurt yes. "We got into a really bad scuffle. I wouldn't have...made it if I hadn't have used my powers." Not many in the Pitt knew he had any to begin with and so he merely muttered those words to Quill so that only he could hear him. After that he took a deep shuttering breath and focused on his captive as he woke up, already on the defensive with drool pooling around his lips. A growl was heard and it made the hair's along his own back prickle and stand up. He wasn't trying to be aggressive but at the same time didn't want to seem like he was a weak link so he spoke up to the chained canine. "What's your name?"