Nova Peak The fear it manifests

Kieran took a deep breath, and schooled his expression as he had been taught. Shuttering the emotions that played across his maw, and in between his eyes. Kieran had many more troubles than most, and the grief that still lay heavy on him after years, was no exception. It had been a long time coming, and he still tortured himself. However, he had no idea how to stop.

Kieran gave the other male a small smile and tilted his head at his question. Mahogany ears thrusting forward, tilting so the scar that marred his face was in the shadows. It had learned that coping mechanism long ago, to keep others from fearing his mug. Is mise Kieran O'Mallery. What's yers?