Never Promised

Atreyu watched closely as Ultyr skinned the beaver, taking her own lessons in as he did so. Her eyes never wavering off of his deft paws as he cleaned and dressed the rodent. His denial of her help was not taken to heart, as she trusted he actually had skills once she saw him working. If he could be trusted, there would be a huge benefit for the band and valuable member to help keep up resources. They did need to build up their stores, and fast with the little ones growing up. They would need meat soon enough as well, and Atreyu wanted to ensure the band was well cared for. Ultyr was included in that now, and she was trying to get out of hating him, but his next words turned her blood cold and hot at the same time. He wanted to know how she escaped with her life.

Atreyu simply stared at him, those holographic eyes seeming far away and locked on simultaneously as she looked him over. She would seem frozen in place as memory after memory came tumbling into her mind. So many screams filled her head, the smell of burning flesh and fur still fresh in her nose as she thought back to her first birthday. With her heart pounding in her chest she watched again as her mother and father fall to the wicked demons that had raided and pillaged her home. She wouldn't blink for a long while, remembering being chased through the forest and through the river of Judila - adrenaline pumping in her veins as her breath quickened and her heart raced. She swallowed hard, blinking slowly - finally - trying to snap herself out of the flashback. No, she didn't care to relive those memories. Shaking her head she gave a small growl.

"Barely." Atreyu answered him vaguely at first, "Two of your wolves chased me until I couldn't run anymore and was forced to face them...I am not quite sure how I defeated them, but I managed to get away and came here." She had run, in her mind she felt like a coward, but she was the Crowned Princess of Judila and had to remain alive to keep her family's vast history alive. "Did you get your scars in the fight for Judila?" It was her turn to ask hard questions, paying him back for the awakened horrors of their shared past. She did hope that one of her family gave him those shiny scars on his face. Atreyu hoped they made their mark in some way.

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'