[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=arial]Well, Ronan heard the telepathic message, but he did nothing to acknowledge it. He continued sitting in a shaded spot somewhere farther up the camp, close enough so that he could see the group gathering but far enough away so that he didn't have to be in the center of attention, far enough so that no one would notice that he was there unless they were sitting atop a really high rock like Phantom happened to be standing on. But he was listening - his super senses were on, and he quietly soaked in all of the information that the leader was presenting him with.
Of course the first thing that stood out to him was the hostility part. He had a nagging feeling in the back of his chest that she was referring to him, and a deep frown etched itself into the hiisihound's maw. He wasn't the nicest of individuals, sure, but that was only when you first met him. He came off as hostile but, really it was just his demeanor. He didn't trust anyone so how was he expected to put on a smile and act like everything was just fine? That wasn't him. He wasn't going to try to force himself to be kinder to anyone. Plus, he wasn't being an asshole. Frankly, he figured that even pushing himself towards the direction of forming groups and joiners was enough to show that he cared. Because he did care - he just had a lot of trouble expressing this through his cold and stoic demeanor. Still, the message hit home to him and he buried his head in his paws as a sudden headache started to pulsate through his head, causing him to grimace. He should just stay away from everything again. That way he wouldn't scare others away.
His wings shuddered as he opened them up to cover himself more, almost like hiding himself from reality as he continued listening. God knew that he wasn't going to go to any events yet. He wasn't even comfortable going to invite joiners, and he was already screwing that up with his personality. He'd wait on those. He'd take small steps. He quietly repeated those words in his head to reassure himself, but it did little to stop the worry and self hatred that was washing down on him, causing his blood to boil in fury. None of this was a reason for him to act this way. He should be out there, being happy with his new clan and yet he was lying around somewhere on the sides of camp, trying his best to just survive with people around him. There was something wrong with him. Everything was wrong with him.
Suddenly surprise formed on Ronan's features as a few words hit home. Good to see him around more? Since when was it ever good to see him around? Confusion started to bubble in him, and the canine lifted his head up slowly, narrowing his gaze at Phantom and half expecting her to start laughing and say it was a joke, that she hated him and that he should stay out of the way. No such words came and he sucked in a sharp breath as a result, digging his claws into the ground to steady himself. Good to see him around. Even though he didn't know what to do himself half of the time?
You're trying, remember? She can see that. Maybe they know how hard it is for you to do this, and they are accepting you for who you are. They're ready to give you the time you need.
Ronan instantly looked away, a glare forming on his maw as his own thoughts pretty much betrayed him. He said nothing else, no congratulations and no condolences, and most definetaly no 'thank you's.' He was still expecting her to call him out for something, for being so antisocial. He was still expecting everyone to hate him.