[Center][H1][Color=#c185e8]Kotaka GhostPine[/color][/H1][/Center]

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The journey away was once again interrupted by the voices, whose source revealed themselves. A mistake or purposeful choice? Who knew. While not obvious to anyone around he did in fact take in the details of whoever these woman are. A mother and daughter? Priestess and handmaiden? Sisters? Still, unknown. The smaller one was odd. He had seen beasts and animals of many kinds, took on the traits of one himself at the right angle, but this little one was just...weird. Were many in this land like that? The one who stood at the same height also had some stranger mannerisms as well. Less so of the feralness though (at least on the outside anyway). If they were supposed to seem like something more than just a strange duo, he didn't catch it. Nor did he seem to care.

Kotaka keeps the distance between them. Stepping back or holding up an open palm to make the message clear. There was a standoffish air to him, but he made no attempt to be hostile despite the open weaponry on his person. Before he could respond verbally, he took a moment to think of his words. Their languages differed and he had to recall what he learned as best he could.

[Color=#c185e8]"I go where needed."[/color] He replied, his accent thick, almost animalistic on its own. Was it a satisfying answer for them? Probably not. However, it was the truth. Where exactly he was heading was unfamiliar to him. Only clues led him to his destination. [Color=#c185e8]"May the wind carry you gentle."[/color] A man of few words truly. With this, he turns back to the road again. He had no time to humor others.

In many cases, to turn their back on another was a dangerous move. To give the other the advantage of a possible ambush or sneak attack could have been a death sentence. However, he had eyes on the rear. Not his own, but those of the unseen specter that walked beside him always. The [Color=red]Renegade[/Color].