Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-11588669-20131226042019

He cocked his head to the side, crouched in the tree, studying the girl. Fairly pretty, with a scar not really marring her features. But her actions spoke of someone who was shy, and didn't enjoy being around people in fear of being mocked. He could empathize with that.

He could definetely, empathize with that.

Nodding to himself, the male dropped out of the tree in front of the girl, lowering the bandana that covered his face. His amber eyes met her green ones, and his head dipped into a nod. He gave her a wry grin, then began moving his hands and fingers into intracate gestures. Sign language.

'Sorry for the shot, but really didn't want to drop on an enraged Ursa. Rather like my limbs attatched, as attractive as having them removed sounds. What's your name?'