Post by Memoru on May 7, 2008 8:10:45 GMT -5
“A limb is easier to replace than your hearing,” [/color] Accus narrowed his eyes, catching the distress and disgust that crossed the Stag’s face at the sight of his wounds. Had he the ability, he may have arched a brow at the sight. As it was he had to duck his head and bite his tongue to hide the smirk that threatened to escape. So this big, scary stag had something Accus could pick at, did he?
He’d have to hurry and pick far enough. Accus could just make out the darkened windows of his little house. Crooked door and all. A shabby looking thing, but the outside was hardly as important as the cellar and his labs.
Accus tore his gaze away, flicking his eyes back to the stag,” Is that so, Club? Merely an interloper?” [/color] He gave a chuckle, lilting his voice high to make his disbelief easily distinguishable. “An empty agenda grants you many open spaces for making appointments.” [/color] He lifted a hand and tugged listlessly at his braid. Accus would really not have asked the stag outright for a chance to play with his ears. He’d rather force a request from him, put the club in his pocket, as it were.
“Passing through Corvistowne is a great reason to clear up some of those empty spaces,” [/color] Accus drew to a halt, dropping down to all fours. His hind legs ached and his spine was smarting something awful. It was never a good idea to keep that up for long. But with his house nearly in sight, he either needed a customer, or he needed to get this fellow to go away.
“I realize you’re a Club, and a Lowlander, so you haven’t got much to offer, but I would be more than happy to have a peek…perhaps…in exchange for a new bird? I really ought to ask you for two, one to replace the pigeon you lost me, but I’m willing to forgive to save a poor fellow from deafness.” [/color]
He’d have to hurry and pick far enough. Accus could just make out the darkened windows of his little house. Crooked door and all. A shabby looking thing, but the outside was hardly as important as the cellar and his labs.
Accus tore his gaze away, flicking his eyes back to the stag,” Is that so, Club? Merely an interloper?” [/color] He gave a chuckle, lilting his voice high to make his disbelief easily distinguishable. “An empty agenda grants you many open spaces for making appointments.” [/color] He lifted a hand and tugged listlessly at his braid. Accus would really not have asked the stag outright for a chance to play with his ears. He’d rather force a request from him, put the club in his pocket, as it were.
“Passing through Corvistowne is a great reason to clear up some of those empty spaces,” [/color] Accus drew to a halt, dropping down to all fours. His hind legs ached and his spine was smarting something awful. It was never a good idea to keep that up for long. But with his house nearly in sight, he either needed a customer, or he needed to get this fellow to go away.
“I realize you’re a Club, and a Lowlander, so you haven’t got much to offer, but I would be more than happy to have a peek…perhaps…in exchange for a new bird? I really ought to ask you for two, one to replace the pigeon you lost me, but I’m willing to forgive to save a poor fellow from deafness.” [/color]