[lone]

Originally Posted by Ever

When he relaxed, Ebony found herself relaxing too; carefully letting down her guard. She stilled stayed sitting however as he lowered himself down. His response to her offer was immediately met with back-turned ears and her mood plummeted. It did that sometimes, the smallest thing could flip it this was and that. Sure his answer was an eventual agree, but there was no enthusiasm there. "Don't if you feel forced to." She mumbled grumpily and turned her own ears back. She turned her face away too, avoiding contact as her guard went quickly back up.

Maybe this was another reason that she was so bad at making friends, because of her mood swings. She just never felt in control with others and it made her uncomfortable and quickly unnerved. She tried to keep her temper relatively cool while he had the chance to fix it, her tail tip flicking against the ground at a quick tempo. Though she urged her pelt to lay smooth.

Unsure of what to do now, Arrow found himself glancing up at the sky. Now, watching the sky had never been a big thing for him. He wasn't that fascinated by the white clouds moving across the gorgeous blue background... or the birds that soared through it, cutting through the peaceful scene with their dark shapes. He wasn't fascinated by the twinkling lights at night, or the fireflies that rose up from the ground like so many stars, joining them in the sky and flashing their abdomens.

　

"I don't feel forced to." He responded in a cool, calm voice, returning his gaze to the dark feline before him. It's just hard to know who to trust. That was something he didn't want to admit yet, not to a stranger-- well, now an acquantaince. But she wasn't a friend. It was a while before Arrow could really call someone a 'friend', and even longer before he could call them close whatsoever. "I think it would be interesting to go. I'm completely open for it, believe me." And he was being honest. Hopefully she would hear that in his voice and believe it.
　
Because, Arrow had never been the type to lie. And yet he survived here. He had never been the type to steal or cheat. And yet he survived here. He had never been the type to, in cold blood, kill another cat. And yet, he survived here. Thrived? That was a strong word that only the cruelest, strongest, most bloodthirsty cats in the Syndicate could say about the place. But, surviving was different. He stayed alive from day to day. He caught prey. If he was lucky, sometimes a conversation came. Some days he was tired, cold, hungry or in a bad mood, but at least he was still surviving. He was still living-- whether he liked the way it was or not. He absolutely didn't like it.
　
His gaze had moved around several times during his thoughts-- from her differently colored hues, to her dark pelt, to the sky above him. Which was now growing lighter and would soon require Arrow to move to a shadier area. The sun was not his friend during the warmer moons, and neither was the weather. Some cats wondered why he seemed so grumpy during this time-- just a look at his dark pelt should answer that. At least it was thin. Otherwise? Arrow didn't know how he would survive.