"Like pariahs...eh, pale-born?" Ahnciel grumbled, their voice coming slightly muffled from behind their mask. With crossed arms under their cloak and crossed legs propped up on the barding of the Yunik, he leaned back against Azark at the reigns. Frankly, the Aylv would have stuck a knife in his gut and made off with his supplies if they hadn't been confiscated. Likely bundled up in one of the packs on their injured mount, even getting to it would prove to be troublesome since he was convinced the leash he was on wasn't long enough to reach the ground. Hesitant to incur his keeper's wrath from an attempt to escape, possible strangulation was a less than ideal result of failure...but remaining essentially a prisoner wasn't much better, in his opinion.
 
It certainly didn't help how Ahnciel could occasionally catch a few looks out of the corner of his eye, especially from children who, against better instruction, often stared. It must have been like a mythical creature out of a fairy tale come to life...though probably not one many would hope to ever see. Ahnci turned his head to meet the eyes of one, ears in the pockets in the hood of the cloak stood up as he slowly reached to flip the bloodshot-lens into place. 'Getting a closer look', the child gasped before looking forward, getting the message.
Though it may have been good for morale to see the creature collared like an animal, it didn't detract much from his mere presence - a constant reminder of the horrors this desert had to offer.
 
"Iz say, keeper. Haf you ever tried veal?" Ahnciel darkly mused in his strange accent and manner of speech, still watching the child as a mitten'd ear flicked. Although he was merely talking as to break the silence, it likely wasn't a good idea for the Aylv to get bored...lest his mind wander. A hissing chuckle slipped through the mangled grin of the mask before he muttered, "[i]I[/i] haf..."
The child couldn't help but try to sneak another glance, swiftly turning away as they noticed Ahnci's continued stare in an effort specifically to make them uneasy. "It stares at me..." he growled, ears folding back as he uncrossed his arms and legs to lean forward in the saddle which he held the edge of while tilting his head. Keenly interested for no exact reason other than for the sport of spooking kids, the depth of his twisted morals showed as he turned to look back at Azak.
"Loose me, if you vill? I vahnt its eyes~" Ahnci chirped, thumbing the magnified lens back up. "give zeh parasites someszink to look at, it vould..." he continued with a small laugh as he looked back, mostly joking as he imagined there was no way his keeper would let him mutilate children on a whim.

Wrought with boredom, Ahnci, at the very least still had his spite and a slurry of memories. He would probably be catching scorpions or lazing about in the family yurt trimming his antlers. Anything sounded better than riding the poor limping beast in tow with his sworn enemy. It was all ridiculous and demeaning.