take me back to those days

The funny thing about signs was always that they could be taken a number of ways depending on how you looked at them. If someone was feeling holy or enraged or saddened or any other emotion the sign's meaning could be skewed and warped to match that emotion. Maybe that was why the arrival of a strange female left him with a war of emotions screaming through every nerve of his body. Slowly gaze would turn, expression slackening and growing dead as he allowed sickly green gaze to lock onto the little nymph frozen in his presence. He had asked for a sign and here it was. What did it mean? Did she want him to murder this woman? Did she want him to take her under his wing as he had done for her? Only one of those options seemed plausible, seeing as the other had ended in disaster last time. Why should he help anyone? All they ever did was turn on him or leave him or worse used him and then left him. It was funny, almost, that's man so massive in size could be left feeling so small in the presence of a mere woman. And such a little bit of a thing as well.

He barely registered the fear coursing through her veins, the same fear that was holding her firmly in place only a short distance away from him. The man didn't comprehend that he probably looked exactly like the monster he wished to appear as. He was a tangled, matted mess. Once sleek black and silver pelt was now brown, too dirty and caked with mud for his actual color to be seen. He knew there was dried blood around his face, neck and forepaws. Maybe even a bit on his flank but it was dried and a deep red that probably wasn't even visible without close examination. Thick ruff held twigs and various other debris, matting his once sleek coat further. Even his face was streaked with mudd, the only color that shone through we're those sickly green eyes that stared unblinking at the woman for what felt like an eternity but was probably nothing more then a minute. Why had she come? Though the slate grey of her body was strikingly similar to Secret it was the white points that kept him from hallucinating and imagining Secret had come for him like he had in the past. He had no doubt that she would come for him eventually but this was not she. This was just poor unfortunate soul who had just randomly happened across him today. It happened more often then not that two strangers bump into each other. He had to keep telling himself that as finally eyes blinked, registering more of her details for once. The grey and green eyes that stared at him in fear.

Why did she fear him though? Why was she cringing and cowering without even knowing him? How dare she judge him without knowing him! Massive beast lifted himself, head drawing ever upwards it seemed as chin curled towards his chest in a never ending effort to protect his throat from attack. He wanted to bark at her, lunge at her and force her not to cower but even in his he delusional mind he knew that wouldn't help the situation in the least. But he still couldn't fight the snarl that was curling up the edges of his lips. "You should pay more attention on where your going if you don't want to run into anyone little girl." Words drilled like poison from his tongue, starting from somewhere deep inside his chest and scratching up damaged throat. Vocals were not pleasant in the least, not soothing in sound, in fact they were quite harsh on the ears. His voice had never been charming or seductive like some of his brothers. He had never been a smooth talker, more a man of few words and even that sentence was hard to choke out, almost painful to say. Throat would clear, trying to get rid of the harsh feeling growing after speaking too much but it did little to help.

Speech!