As the sky began to change colors, still nothing came from the newcomer to this odd domain. He simply did as the smaller hybrid had asked of him, no idea why but he did, and sat there in silence. The closest to any sounds that he made came from the occasional need to shift his position on the ground. Once it was to untuck his leg out from under him, another to tuck the opposite leg under him once more, another to shift the weight on his palms, and so forth. Every so often, a new movement, a new sound, yet none spoken from his lips.
It was odd for him to spend his company in the presence of another. He wasn’t known to socialize with others, if that was what you could even call this at the moment. The area was unusually peaceful and quiet… almost too quiet. It was as if something should be happening soon but what, the male did not know. Situations like this normally made him uneasy as it may have been serene right now but it could change in the blink of an eye.
Wrath had been deep in thought, trying to understand why a female would be so keen as to spend some time out here when a petal danced across his face and landed on the bridge of his nose. The small, pink remnant of a flower startled the tarsian as his eyes grew; exposing more of the black sclera that helped identify him. A small growl rumbled in the base of his throat as he swatted away the pesky plant from his face. It was then that the male took the time to recognize the other petals that had fallen into his mane-like hair. Before long, Wrath had his fingers running through the top of his hair as she vigorously tried to shake out the petals loose. One by one, each one fell until they were all removed. When he was satisfied with their removal, Wrath folded both of his legs back up to sit cross-legged and hunched himself over so his elbows were resting on the side of his knees with his arms and hands hanging freely. His hair no longer looked as tamed as it had been before. No, the tarsian hadn’t taken the time to fix it after he removed the petals and now, it truly looked like a thicker lion mane running down his back as opposed to around his neck. He didn’t care though. It wasn’t like he couldn’t fix that later.
His focus soon enough shifted back towards the female, noticing she still had the petals in her hair. Why hadn’t she removed them? It perplexed him a bit, but his attention was shifted towards her voice as she mindless spoke. He never thought of this time of day being any better than the rest. Well, it wasn’t a completely true statement. Maybe he had when he was younger but as the days continued on, it hadn’t been a focus of his in a long time. His focus shifted away from her to watch as the daylight transformed. The nighttime creatures were slowly coming out as frogs began to sing and insects began to chirp. One by one, the stars revealed themselves to them as they waited in this isolated location. It was so peaceful here… Was this why she came? The idea still perplexed him, but his focus remained on the changes that occurred to the surrounding area.
He had shifted his position once more to mimic her own with his knees drawn towards his chest, arms casually wrapped around to hold him in place. “I’m not sure if it’s the best, but it does have its own qualities.” The male finally had replied to her in a low voice, eyes watching the sky. “I guess it can be… if you like this sort of thing.”
It was odd for him to spend his company in the presence of another. He wasn’t known to socialize with others, if that was what you could even call this at the moment. The area was unusually peaceful and quiet… almost too quiet. It was as if something should be happening soon but what, the male did not know. Situations like this normally made him uneasy as it may have been serene right now but it could change in the blink of an eye.
Wrath had been deep in thought, trying to understand why a female would be so keen as to spend some time out here when a petal danced across his face and landed on the bridge of his nose. The small, pink remnant of a flower startled the tarsian as his eyes grew; exposing more of the black sclera that helped identify him. A small growl rumbled in the base of his throat as he swatted away the pesky plant from his face. It was then that the male took the time to recognize the other petals that had fallen into his mane-like hair. Before long, Wrath had his fingers running through the top of his hair as she vigorously tried to shake out the petals loose. One by one, each one fell until they were all removed. When he was satisfied with their removal, Wrath folded both of his legs back up to sit cross-legged and hunched himself over so his elbows were resting on the side of his knees with his arms and hands hanging freely. His hair no longer looked as tamed as it had been before. No, the tarsian hadn’t taken the time to fix it after he removed the petals and now, it truly looked like a thicker lion mane running down his back as opposed to around his neck. He didn’t care though. It wasn’t like he couldn’t fix that later.
His focus soon enough shifted back towards the female, noticing she still had the petals in her hair. Why hadn’t she removed them? It perplexed him a bit, but his attention was shifted towards her voice as she mindless spoke. He never thought of this time of day being any better than the rest. Well, it wasn’t a completely true statement. Maybe he had when he was younger but as the days continued on, it hadn’t been a focus of his in a long time. His focus shifted away from her to watch as the daylight transformed. The nighttime creatures were slowly coming out as frogs began to sing and insects began to chirp. One by one, the stars revealed themselves to them as they waited in this isolated location. It was so peaceful here… Was this why she came? The idea still perplexed him, but his focus remained on the changes that occurred to the surrounding area.
He had shifted his position once more to mimic her own with his knees drawn towards his chest, arms casually wrapped around to hold him in place. “I’m not sure if it’s the best, but it does have its own qualities.” The male finally had replied to her in a low voice, eyes watching the sky. “I guess it can be… if you like this sort of thing.”
