While he had not immediately turned around and gunned it back to the range after seeing a broken-souled Ororo, it was a testament that he had been left with expectations that were perhaps beyond his control. His heart was strumming in his chest with a rhythm of frustration, and all he could feel was a need to hunt down Comet and pin the poor boy to the ground. Perhaps knock his head in a few times.
Feelings, matters of the heart - these things were nothing to be foolish about. Insecurity might have been a factor in causing many troubles, but it was not the take all and end all. A ferocious feeling was still building, and his tail was half arched even as he kept himself striding forward. Rage was not something Bragi often fought against, but he found himself ultimately… disappointed in what he had felt was a good happy story.
But now that he walked, he craved the hot grass scent that had filled his nose, his body aching with something to touch. Just anything that would have soothed him to a better stance. His tail started to drop, though, as his nose let itself widen. Pace had been down this way, and he was feeling just as protective of her, as well. Laid back, she needed no more threats of the damned. But yet, the grounds seemed to become less sandy, and the implication was that there’d been many paws this way.
May 06, 2017 04:15 PM
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