Who I Will Be
01-04-2014, 01:28 PM
Razo's gut clawed at him, and the large male decided not to argue anymore. Skadi was right, he did need his strength back up. Perhaps once that happened, he would be able to return the favor for the odd, kindly albino. He sank his fangs into the guy of the fan, pleased to find them retaining some heat. They spilled out before him, and the scarred brute began to pick at the choice bits. Skadi's inquiry, however, soured them in his mouth. "Where did you come from," she asked, as if it were some mundane pack, some simple answer he could offer her. Did she care, or was she passing the time? Her interest tapped against the world's wait upon his shoulders, and it rocked dangerously, threatening to fall and crash around him. Scenes began to bubble up behind his eyes, and Razo attempted to blink them away. "A distant land," he finally said, his voice low and quiet. "A very bad place." He debated telling her how he had come to be here, the attempted murder, but then he'd have to tell her how that had come about. Why he'd been worth killing. What all he'd done. She would either run from him, or attack. If she'd heard of the Militants, than perhaps she would do both. He wasn't sure what he'd do if provoked. He fought so hard all the time to keep his beast caged, and it was difficult enough while doing simple things like walking, seeing small animals about in the spring air, not crushing flowers he trod past. He did not want to hurt this strange fae, and was terrified the he might not have a choice. His demons were strong, and voracious. He finally said, "I was not, what you might call, a good wolf to be around, but it was the only world I knew." And this one is so different, he wanted to add on. And I have no idea what to do... "Speech" |
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