A Drop in the Ocean
03-06-2014, 12:08 PM
To think that because it was hot he'd lost nearly all of his mannerly instincts was a surprising notion to Aeryc, but he supposed a heat such as this could do that to a man - or a woman. As water droplets formed and fell from his maw he shook his head lightly enough to rid them, but not so hard as to spray the kind woman who'd most certainly helped keep him alive. He couldn't help but chuckle as she told him not to bother with the graces and majesties, commenting that it was too hot to worry about one's dignity. Indeed it was, there were far more essential things to worry about. He shifted his weight on all four paws, unwilling to leave the burden upon a single side for too long. As her eyes met his he found his head swiveling to face her, an ear twitching out of instinct as she uttered her name: Raisa Xanilov. It was as if someone had dropped a brick into his gullet, weighing him down from his very center. The scars on his face - long since healed - gave off a burning sensation (though he was later certain that he'd only imagined the feeling). Xanilov. Xanilov of Old Ebony. She was of the bloodline the coup had sought to destroy altogether. She was of the bloodline he'd been unknowingly forced to attack. A brow rose, then the other as his mind fought hard to digest all of the information that came flooding into his mind at the mere utterance of her name. Moments passed, perhaps minutes, before his mind finally forced his jowls to part and utter his own name in a monotone timbre. "Aeryc Seaborn." There was always the miracle that she might not know his name, might not recognize it as a name that had been tarnished with the coup's bad intentions. Aeryc had simply been among the wrong crowd, had been battered by the wrong wind. He hadn't wanted to attack the Xanilov's, he ran as soon as he'd found out what was going on. They had tried to stop him, but he'd escaped. Awe filled his features, it was by no miracle he had found a living Xanilov. This was destiny in its truest sense. "Talk" "You" Think |