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After being helped to steady himself on his hooves enough that he wasn't quite falling nor panicking every few steps, the stir-craze brought about by staying in one room for.. weeks, at this point, seemed to have caught up with Farren, prompting him to brave the cold outdoors to quickly (at least, as quickly as he dared) make his way over to the bathhouse, namely to sort out his matted, newly-grown hair.
Having only a direction in mind, most of his attention was directed downwards, concentrating on finding a natural rhythm with the strange limbs that he didn't have to worry about- as counter-productive as that may sound. So focused was he that he failed to notice the oncoming wyngling that bumped into his leg- nearly making him topple over. Reflexively he started to brush off the apology, though not even a beat had passed before he recognized the voice- as well as the red visage that peered at him with wide orange eyes, both things he hadn't mat in quite some time.
Farren had frozen, staring back at Blood Hound. Since the 'incident' between the two, he'd often thought of how he should treat the situation. A part of him still cried out to let Blood Hound be hurt by his words and leave it as it was, though another part still cried out to be the better of the two and not fall to his level.
What at last set resolve to his mind was the way Blood Hound looked at him. The complete terror and apprehension, the way he carefully walked away as though worried Farren would suddenly lunge to assault him or some other such nonsense. Even if it was Blood Hound, it still hurt him to see anyone look at him like that.
"Blood Hound..?" Farren uttered lowly, turning- albeit a little wobbily- to face the wyngling easier as he'd already gotten a few feet off.
"I.. wanted to say sorry, for ehm, saying that. I didn't mean it like that.. I meant, being adopted, because I thought you hadn't been yet..." His voice progressively decreased in volume, as though feeling more awkward, and he idly fidgeted with his fingers. "I don't.. really want you to be scared of me or anything.."
Blood Hound belongs to MrCriticism
Farren belongs to me
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After being helped to steady himself on his hooves enough that he wasn't quite falling nor panicking every few steps, the stir-craze brought about by staying in one room for.. weeks, at this point, seemed to have caught up with Farren, prompting him to brave the cold outdoors to quickly (at least, as quickly as he dared) make his way over to the bathhouse, namely to sort out his matted, newly-grown hair.
Having only a direction in mind, most of his attention was directed downwards, concentrating on finding a natural rhythm with the strange limbs that he didn't have to worry about- as counter-productive as that may sound. So focused was he that he failed to notice the oncoming wyngling that bumped into his leg- nearly making him topple over. Reflexively he started to brush off the apology, though not even a beat had passed before he recognized the voice- as well as the red visage that peered at him with wide orange eyes, both things he hadn't mat in quite some time.
Farren had frozen, staring back at Blood Hound. Since the 'incident' between the two, he'd often thought of how he should treat the situation. A part of him still cried out to let Blood Hound be hurt by his words and leave it as it was, though another part still cried out to be the better of the two and not fall to his level.
What at last set resolve to his mind was the way Blood Hound looked at him. The complete terror and apprehension, the way he carefully walked away as though worried Farren would suddenly lunge to assault him or some other such nonsense. Even if it was Blood Hound, it still hurt him to see anyone look at him like that.
"Blood Hound..?" Farren uttered lowly, turning- albeit a little wobbily- to face the wyngling easier as he'd already gotten a few feet off.
"I.. wanted to say sorry, for ehm, saying that. I didn't mean it like that.. I meant, being adopted, because I thought you hadn't been yet..." His voice progressively decreased in volume, as though feeling more awkward, and he idly fidgeted with his fingers. "I don't.. really want you to be scared of me or anything.."
Blood Hound belongs to MrCriticism
Farren belongs to me
5/493
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DUN DUN DUNNN (tottaly not going to do this on all the parts that come out)