10-06-2018, 05:09 AM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:7.9pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]It seemed he would be graced with the presence of one uncaring of his reasoning for being here, nor holding any knowledge of the swamp he had come to call his home, new to this place as a whole. In truth it might have been a blessing in disguise, a few amongst their numbers rather ill fitting for first impressions though none might deem Esma one of the better, rather they fell between, able to be cordial if barely.
“Why are you here?” Rather than give him the answer he sought the tiny fox posed one of their own, dark gaze lifting to find the canine, moving over him in quiet inspection. Familiar was the breed to the one who had once been human, though they had never had one themself and rarely interacted with canines of any kind, distasteful was the practice of keeping pets but they had to grow accustomed to being around a few now. And indeed was the smell upon him clear, if only hints as the sea breeze found the shaggy coat he wore, something acidic almost, given a hint of decay though it was not so cloyingly sweet.
Fictional brows drew down over their eyes and Esma moved a few steps closer, standing before the larger canine, head tilting back to look up at him. “Where are you from?” Head tilted, ears flopping over to the side with the movement, the weak cartilage within unable to keep them standing. It might be interesting to follow the Tangler, learn of his whereabouts and possibly scout it out, see what sort of land he had come to call home that bore such a stench.
“Why are you here?” Rather than give him the answer he sought the tiny fox posed one of their own, dark gaze lifting to find the canine, moving over him in quiet inspection. Familiar was the breed to the one who had once been human, though they had never had one themself and rarely interacted with canines of any kind, distasteful was the practice of keeping pets but they had to grow accustomed to being around a few now. And indeed was the smell upon him clear, if only hints as the sea breeze found the shaggy coat he wore, something acidic almost, given a hint of decay though it was not so cloyingly sweet.
Fictional brows drew down over their eyes and Esma moved a few steps closer, standing before the larger canine, head tilting back to look up at him. “Where are you from?” Head tilted, ears flopping over to the side with the movement, the weak cartilage within unable to keep them standing. It might be interesting to follow the Tangler, learn of his whereabouts and possibly scout it out, see what sort of land he had come to call home that bore such a stench.