Unrest

*Thor* · 08-28-2014, 08:15 PM

Reluctantly the brute would settle back on his haunches; a sign that he was willing to bow to the demands of a conversation should the pair manage to salvage their rocky start and make one. Thor was quite aware that for strangers he didn't make the best of company, but he wasn't entirely unhappy with this revelation. It was, perhaps, in his best interest to be aloof. He'd been raised in a community bent on domination. There had been little time for pleasant chats with the natives. Even though he'd left that way of life behind old habits died hard.

After awhile the fae would ask him a question and the brute, first taking his time deciding on how much he was willing to share with a stranger, would reply, "Escaping, I suppose." The words were released with a cynical upturn of his lips. In all honesty, he didn't know what he wanted besides out. Having freed himself of his family, the brute was now at a loss at what to do with his freedom and thoroughly conflicted on the subject. He wanted company, but at the same time, he wanted solitude; he desired peace, just craved some form of destruction. "There was no real reasoning behind choosing this place; I just started walking and here I am," he finished with a disparaging flourish.

"Speaking" Thinking

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