[center][color=#fff79a][h3][U][B]Raelis Vaerkturian[/B][/U][/h3][/color][b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpxtuUQ28UM]Theme[/url][/b][/center][hr]
Yet, it did not approach, instead keeping a seemingly respectful distance before landing 15 meters away, if one were to draw a diagonal line from Raelis to the beast. So either it was skittish, something he doubted, or intelligent. The latter seemed more likely. This in mind, Raelis slowly let some of the air out from beneath his wings, drifting down to earth gracefully. Before he touched the ground he flapped once, weakly, pushing himself back a few more feet so that 15 meters remained between them. As he landed he braced himself slightly, keeping his hand upon his blade, the heat from his armor increasing the temperature around him to around 110. It created a sheen on his armor and on the metal supports of the nearby buildings, but was not quite hot enough to ignite anything, it wasn't dry enough. Still, if he had not been what he was, it would have been...comfortable to him. His armor was 160 or so degrees fahrenheit, except at his feet, where he was being careful not to set the wooden buildings on fire.

Gazing across the field of ramshackle buildings of scrap metal and wood at the beast, Raelis made a gesture, pointing at the creature, and then at his own skull, before moving his fingers to position them like a mouth, snout, or beak, opening and closing them once he had. He was trying to ask if the individual could talk, but there was no telling if the creature--let alone any other inhabitants of this planet--would have similar gestures. Still, it was better than nothing.

The humming of his blade had turned into a powerful pulse, releasing small waves of light energy with each one. The pulses came every two seconds. He was ready for combat, and he was feeling...well, fairly certain he would need to. He didn't trust this creature, it was intelligent and clearly had a level of physical development that would make it dangerous if it turned on him when he didn't expect it. He figured it might be better to kill it and find a less threatening creature than to confer with it.

This in mind, he drew his blade, and then turned its tip to the ground, stabbing it into the building he stood upon. It stayed where he'd stabbed it, pulsating light regularly. He waited.

Still, he figured that making the threat and his power clear would do one of two things. Anger or irritate the beast, revealing its true nature as hostile, or it would be cowed, and so would not dare attack him. Plus, this way...he would be even more prepared for sudden movements.