I Walk Alone...

The brute before him didn't smell of pack, or like he was traveling with any kind of companion. He was a rogue through and through, clearly having just arrived in Alacritis. He didn't seem to know just where he was. Many who hit the battlefield first usually didn't. He took a moment to asses the stranger, noticing that they were both relatively the same height, body mass and muscle bulk nearly identical. They were two evenly matched. But just because Pontifex could take him if things got bad didn't make him feel any more comfortable about the brute before him. There was just something about him that didn't sit with the seracian esquire, something that made his nape bristle with uneasiness. Golden gaze met a silvery blue one as the stranger turned to address him, stating that it was none of his business he was looking for and that he could get hurt.


He almost laughed. Get hurt? Was this fool threatening him? Is that a threat? Came his growl of answer, muscles coiling in response to the stranger's offensive stance. A sudden bout of anger sprouted in his chest and he could feel himself begin to get irritated. He had simply asked the man a question and now he was threatening him. This was not how he'd wanted things to go, but apparently how they were going to go.



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