Flight, fright, fight of a sort, then. He knows how people and animals alike can turn challenging when cornered. Well, fair enough. He can work with that, even if internally a brow raises at the teeth. Taguel or Manakete blood, distant, perhaps? Panne had made it clear that much of her fellow rabbitkin had been killed, she and her son the last ones she knew of, but perhaps, outside of the immediate population and diluted over time... or perhaps, the races of cat-wearers or bird-wearers she'd mentioned once? Not- bird, in this case, maybe, but...
... Well, that's neither here nor there, outside of only being one potential explanation for how wary they are.
"I suppose I am," he returns, mildly, a cool if curious humour glittering in his eyes. The man's hands return to his lap as he smiles, an easy motion, posture lax, retreating behind the imperturbable guise that had given him a reputation for always being able to stay three steps ahead of an opponent regardless of any situational truth. "Perhaps you know where it is I've managed to wake up this time? It's shameful, but I don't seem to recognize this realm."
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Date: 2018-03-16 10:50 pm (UTC)Flight,fright, fight of a sort, then. He knows how people and animals alike can turn challenging when cornered. Well, fair enough. He can work with that, even if internally a brow raises at the teeth. Taguel or Manakete blood, distant, perhaps? Panne had made it clear that much of her fellow rabbitkin had been killed, she and her son the last ones she knew of, but perhaps, outside of the immediate population and diluted over time... or perhaps, the races of cat-wearers or bird-wearers she'd mentioned once? Not- bird, in this case, maybe, but...... Well, that's neither here nor there, outside of only being one potential explanation for how wary they are.
"I suppose I am," he returns, mildly, a cool if curious humour glittering in his eyes. The man's hands return to his lap as he smiles, an easy motion, posture lax, retreating behind the imperturbable guise that had given him a reputation for always being able to stay three steps ahead of an opponent regardless of any situational truth. "Perhaps you know where it is I've managed to wake up this time? It's shameful, but I don't seem to recognize this realm."