A little shut-eye will do
03-24-2016, 11:13 PM
The young woman said nothing, a quiet frustration about her evident in the way her lips pressed together, while her facial features seemed to wrinkle up in confusion. "Cat got your tongue?" he questioned with a very light taunt, tilting his head slightly, "No matter. I can see everything in your eyes - they give you away, you know?" Xephyris smirked, silver eyes specked with blue scanning over her expression before he looked to the pool of water again. Stubborn as she was, she certainly wasn't going to outright agree with him. But he could tell that he'd sparked some thought in her mind, something that caused her conflict. Surely she had heard the stories, the ones told by those afflicted by Sin's bold ventures. While it was true that the man's existence in Alacritia had not exactly been a friendly one, it was obvious that he had made his mark on history. He and his pack would not be forgotten, even if they'd been eradicated in a siege. Even with only a small number of wolves to fight, they had done their best to defend their home, refusing to tuck tail and flee without a bloody battle. He glanced at her again, flicking his ears. Would she say anything at all? He guessed that she wouldn't be willing to share much with him. But that was okay, he didn't need to know everything about her. He didn't need to know how she felt. However, he was indeed curious to know what sort of soul she possessed. Perhaps he could elicit a reaction from her, whether verbal or body expression. "A quiet and peaceful life is not for everyone," he rumbled, his words becoming vague as he watched the steam curl up off the springs, "An easy life makes a wolf soft, and weak. Soft wolves want to thrive without having to fight. They expect their survival to be guaranteed if they do good, smile all the time and lead a righteous path. That's not reality - the real world is full of danger, and only the strong survive." So, where was he going with all of this? Really, he just wanted to gauge her reaction. And, if it wasn't obvious enough, he was revealing how he interpreted his own place in the world. "Soon, I will grow tired of life here," he stated casually, looking around his environment, "It's too simple. It's too soft. But, in the meantime, my loyalty is with Fiori, and I would throw my body between a pack member and the enemy should the need arise. I'll never accept an easy existence." Zephyra had been so quiet that she'd left a wide chasm of silence for him to fill with his musings. Normally he wasn't so talkative, but in this instance he'd just found so much to say, and there was no one competing for the spotlight so he took it and ran with it. His eyes had flicked here and there as he'd spoken his thoughts out loud, but now he focused on her again, wondering if she had anything to say. It didn't matter to him if she remained silent, for she was easy to read, just like an open book. So, what would her eyes tell him, if she chose to say nothing? |
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