i'm a slave to all these voices in my head.
11-11-2013, 07:02 AM
Bronze did not despise her, did not even openly distrust her; and yet he was visibly wary, poised with his paws tucked beneath him lightly as though ready to spring upright if necessary. Though the brute was certainly not in his prime, he was on edge since he had been taken prisoner here and, despite his injuries, he was certain he could hold his own against most if they tried to harm him. Not only did he want to return home to his wife and his children -- he needed to. His brown eyes fixated on her as she chewed some of the meat, proving it was not poisoned or foul. With a grateful nod he would grasp some of the flesh between his jaws, tearing into it gladly. The meat was still warm and he gulped it down. He hadn't realized until now just how hungry he truly was. Only did he glance back at Lova when she apologized, and he let out a slightly detached chuckle. "You did what you had to," he mused gruffly. He was not pleased about it, but he wouldn't hold it against her. She had not maimed him, had not tried to permanently cripple him -- she had simply taken him down. Truthfully, he appreciated her honorable method of fighting. "And it just so happened you were the winner." It was a hard fact to face, but one he had come to terms with surprisingly easily. He was not the warrior he used to be -- and though he wished he had won, he figured it was better this way. "I'm Bronze. Of Seracia." It was no secret that Seracia had aided Valhalla -- in fact, another male, Themisto, had been taken prisoner as well -- and he figured it would put his family in no greater danger by simply acknowledging the fact. "Thank you, Lova, for being a decent opponent. And for bringing me food." |
