she always tries, truth or lie
10-16-2013, 01:06 AM
He needed a purpose and for some time after having been able to exact out his revenge, the titan had lacked any real kind of purpose. Sure during his wanderings he had lent his help to those in need of it, but there had never really been something that he was bound to do. Helping all those strangers was just out of the kindness of his own scarred heart, something he felt was needed. It was something to fill the void, to give him a reason to wake up every morning, but now he was here in this new place. Could there be wolves that needed his help here too? Paradise wasn't exactly a damsel in distress, but he felt like he could help her. And that maybe she could help him too, though in what way she could help him he didn't have the slightest cue. How could he be helped? He was a good man, but with a rough exterior who maybe would never be able to attain redemption for the things he had done, even if they had been for the right reasons. He would catch the tender smile that would grace his smaller companion's lips, making the titan's own sooty lips curl up at the edges. She made him feel good and he didn't remember if he had ever felt like this before. He would slow his pace so that Paradise wouldn't have to work so hard to keep pace, ruby gaze occasionally flickering to her as they moved past the tree line into the forest, velvety nostrils working as he hunted for his prize; deer. He walked through the unfamiliar territory with ease, unafraid of any possibly dangers that could be lurking around any corner, though alert in case any of the dangers threatened his companion. The scent of his meal tickled his senses, massive frame immediately shifting into a hunting stance. Center of gravity was lowered, limbs folding slightly, his leisurely gate turning into a precise stalk. A glance would be spared back to the dame, hoping she would catch on quickly as he maneuvered his way towards a clearing, ruby gaze zeroing in on the figures of a small herd of deer grazing quietly. The behemoth would lower himself until his abdomen kissed the earth, one ear pulled back against his skull as he waited for Paradise to join him. She would take no part in this; he would fetch her the meal on his own. He didn't want her to run the risk of injury. Talk like this |