Let Me Loose, Let Me Sing
03-15-2015, 05:42 PM
The male would be glad for her attitude; he wasn't in any condition to fight. He was just a young starving man, a shell of what he once was forced to move on without another say. Gently the one eyed man would step forward, softly which each step as he went to stand at her side. His skinny frame making him tempted to lean against her, but that would be everything like a rude male. Vereux shut his eye, letting the rain hit his fur and soak it, it felt rather nice against his healing wounds. Though, he was not out of the woods yet, his stomach would notify him of his condition letting out a ghostly growl. He would let out a puff of air from his nose letting little rain drops fall away. It was too wet for him to hunt, everything was under ground or hiding. Tonight would be another one without food, something he had grown far too used to.
“Sometimes, I get afraid of company.” Vereux would offer a small smile to the girl. Letting a soft sigh escape him, though when he noted her appearance a name came to his head. “Are you related to Quelt by any chance?” he would inquire a little curiously. The last thing he needed was past memories but he was jumping at the chance for someone who might knew someone he knew. As complicated as that sounded, his depression implored that.
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