Nobody's hero

*Xephyris* · 11-19-2018, 07:44 PM

"Forgiven." The words made his lips crack into the smallest of smirks. For her forgiveness, he was grateful, and he dipped his head slowly to her, blinking to break their eye contact as he did so. He could see the way she'd tensed up, preparing herself to retaliate against him. He certainly regretted putting her into such a situation at all. Thankfully, she calmed as quickly as he had. In fact, she looked a little sheepish, though he wasn't sure why. Perhaps she'd felt as though she'd been too high on alert, though had she been at risk, her response could have kept her safe. He'd have reacted the same way if someone had snarled at him and looked ready for blood. But there would be no bloodshed here today, and the initial startle faded away from them both.

He strained forward as her voice carried on the wind, catching her words as the softness of her voice met his ears. He heard the confusion etched into her voice - he would have to elaborate somehow. He shook his head initially in response to her query, then lifted his gaze to meet her eyes again. "No, but you carry the scent of Abaven," he said simply, his voice always a low rumble, "The scent is rather... familiar to me. So I couldn't help but to wonder what led you to the North." Life was harsh in the North, and in his experience, the wolves here could be fierce. To him, she appeared to be such a gentle woman, but perhaps he should not let his initial perception of her fool him.

Suddenly he realized he hadn't introduced himself at all. That should have been the first thing he'd done, rather than snarling at an unsuspecting bystander. "My name is Xephyris, by the way," he continued, pausing to clear his throat for a moment, "I've been all over this continent, but the North has certainly always been my favourite, and for a long time, this cove was my home." He left it at that, quietly omitting any mention of the pack he'd run in this territory, the daughters he'd raised and a love he'd cherished. It was easier to simply leave those memories far in the past, than to acknowledge they'd ever existed. He'd been gone for years, and his past was a distant memory, one that he always kept silent in his mind. Xephyris had only returned because he was sure that this continent of Boreas would be the place that he'd be content to wander until he grew too old to wander anymore. He knew that he might as well allow himself some sort of enjoyment in his last years.

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