Scorpions and Cyclones
11-04-2014, 01:18 PM
Another would find his way into Razo's space. The gargantuan male would level him with a calm stare, surfacing from the depths of his meditation. It would seem the dark stranger intended to move on... How polite. Beyond that, he appeared somewhat burdened with herbs. Razo tilted his head the slightest degree and decided at last to speak. "Greetings, friend," slipped into the calm of the afternoon, birthed as a deep baritone. He wavered a moment longer... He wouldn't want to impose of his day, but winter was not far off. If he moved to gather supplies in preparation, surely another set of paws wouldn't be so unwelcome? "Do you need any assistance?" Perhaps it was presumptuous of him, and he would not at all be surprised if the man refused, but there it was. He was a helpful brute, kind and gentle in most things, and he had found a great calm in this moor. Perhaps it was a sign that he should encounter this stranger at the peak of peace, perhaps it was an opportunity to pass along this zen. Or, maybe, this dark man was a psychopathic killed who would turn on him in an instant... Razo blinked. time would tell! |
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