08-15-2018, 12:26 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 540px; min-height: 9px; font-family:timesnewroman; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]"Training." it seemed a simple enough answer, one that would quiet the male up before he spoke a little louder and disturbed whatever was in there with the both of them. Esklav's larger figure was relaxed but slow to move, placing himself directly in front of the Ardent. Out of the purity of his heart, it was difficult to say. "Ardent, if I could ask you to not move or speak, that would be most helpful." his own voice was hushed. At the Ardent's next comment, Esklav would blink. Of course he smelled it. It was hard to miss.
Had he made a mistake?
Nothing seemed to be happening. The creature clearly did not require him, whatever it was, even as he sought it out willingly. It made him feel ― confused. Was that what it was, this feeling deep in his bones? Never mind that. It was irrelevant. What the leopon did instead was refocus on what he had originally set out to do, which was to coax whatever was out there into the light. In a spur of thought, Esklav would continue his walk forward, making a clicking sound deep in his throat. Come, he'd think. Come to me.
Had he made a mistake?
Nothing seemed to be happening. The creature clearly did not require him, whatever it was, even as he sought it out willingly. It made him feel ― confused. Was that what it was, this feeling deep in his bones? Never mind that. It was irrelevant. What the leopon did instead was refocus on what he had originally set out to do, which was to coax whatever was out there into the light. In a spur of thought, Esklav would continue his walk forward, making a clicking sound deep in his throat. Come, he'd think. Come to me.