Who I Will Be
01-03-2014, 06:05 PM
Razo's ear flicked backwards, aware of a growing presence behind him. His first instinct was to flinch, and whirl around, but before he could move the figure seemed to stop. He heard rustling fur, as it settled, and did not feel the pain of an attack. They're not attacking? It seemed so... odd. He flicked his gaze to the side, catching sight of fur so white, it seemed devoid of any color at all. Raising his head slowly, Razo took in the fae's immense frame. As always, his first instinct was to lash out, to grab her by the throat, to tear... But he squeezed his eyes shut, and forced the instinct back. "Hello," he rumbled, his voice deep and raspy with wear. It had not been the same since his episode in the water. He didn't quite know what else to say, not knowing who she was or where she came from. He looked his companion over, noting for the first time that she was in fact devoid of any pigment whatsoever: an albino. He had seen very few of them back in the old days, and any they came across had been killed immediately. They were unnatural, he'd been taught. Filthy. Lesser. But now, Razo wasn't so sure. He didn't know right from wrong anymore, and it would appear she had no want to harm him. "Speech" |