Where The Beast Wanders
The man lifted himself back up when Marina spoke, complimenting his name to which the man held his head high in pride. “Why thank you.” He hummed, tail swinging a bit excitedly behind his frame. To him some names were very interesting, both in their origin and how they were pronounced, but for him he never really saw his as lovely or interesting so it was nice to hear somebody say it.
Curiously he watched Marina look to the heavens, ears perking up to her questions. What was he searching for here and did he have any ideas as of yet. A warm smile spread across Deivad's dark lips as he thought about it, his plans for his family and friends, what they wanted to create in these new lands. “I came here with a group from our birthlands, looking to create a new home for ourselves where we can help and be there for each other.” He began, the tone in his voice clear and loud, he was on a mission, and was proud of what he was doing. “It is my task to scope out the surrounding areas, identify potential living quarters, food supply, water, dangers, the works.”
He looked to the cloud filled sky, head lowering while his jade green eyes followed a single snowflake fall and land on his nose where it melted within a second. More and more would follow after, his head turning from side to side to measure just how much it was falling and to what distance. It was coming down quickly, and in no time he was sure it would be falling steadily in large flakes, the wind sure to pick up and bring about a small blizzard. ”Perhaps we can walk as we talk? The weather is starting to change.” He suggested, turning towards the woman and motioning to the falling snow. |