As soon as Illiendi replies Amano can tell he's lying. Even though his tone would imply otherwise, he knows the other isn't really impressed. Once again he finds the demon in front of him, lifting his head up to make him look more of the station he's trying to achieve. He doesn't say anything about his disbelief in his mentor's words however and instead focuses on what the man is saying. However he can not help but to dwell on it a little when he once more falls into step off to the side. 'That was different from before. When he encouraged me back at the shop I felt he really believed in me. But just now, it was like he was trying to not let me get discouraged or something. That wasn't confidence, that was manipulation' Glancing over at Illiendi as they walk he has to fight not to let his head fall as he turns back to the road ahead. 'I should expect that though. He is what he is, and even if he's a lot more noble than I've read about in books and stuff, he is still a demon here for what he wants'
“Russ won't say anything to father. He won't have the time to. Father is returning tonight after dinner, and Russ is out looking for a warm body to share his bed by then.” he murmurs distractedly in reply. “And even if he sent a messenger, we'll be home before father, so. . .” his voice trails off as he continues thinking. 'I must never forget that. No matter how it feels to be around him, that warn safe feeling. . . .' He shakes his head slightly, his hand coming up to touch his brand softly. 'He's not a person, and I shouldn't expect him to. . . I don't know what I'm thinking any more. He's helping me, and I shouldn't let it get to me this much! No matter what it takes, right? He said he's going to help me accomplish my goal, and if that means turning me into a puppet for now, I can deal with that'
Turning to face Illiendi when he ask about how to handle what is to happen next Amano takes a few seconds to consider. 'He obviously could have done a lot better than I in there for the last transaction, so I think it's time to do what I do best: Watching and learning' “You go ahead and handle it this time. Since I did such a poor job before I think it's time to watch a master.” His gaze is steady, his tone respectful. He did not mean anything by it really, he just wanted the other to know that he can see through the manipulation, and that for now, he doesn't mind it. A moment later a door opens on the ship and a man steps out on deck. 'That could be the one we are looking for' he muses, then does a quick check of himself to make sure he's standing the way Illiendi had instructed him to. 'Gotta look the proud master I'm suppose to be'
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My GOG it's adorable! *Snuggles it to death* Oops. . . .
And so you may very will find out one day, should the incident arise!
Rei stares back at the prince for a few seconds after he announces his idea as to why the animals don't like him. 'I have always considered it may be that. However I think it is more the taint of may aura than the actual smell of all the blood I have spilled. I think it must be confusing for the animals to smell me, and sense a killer. Something normally so kind and familiar feeling like a butcher' He nods slowly in response to the assessment before turning his attention to the men with the horse. He can her what they are saying very clearly but keeps his gaze on the animal. 'It matters not to me what they think of me, or the prince for that matter, however their words are questionable. If they are willing to speak aloud such thoughts about the prince, they may be willing to aid an assassin for the right price. Or even on accident for that matter'
His eyes fall from the horse to the prince. Now with his back to the fae he watches the motion curiously, wondering if it is some sort of signal to him. 'No. It is more like he is tense over something' Looking over the area he doesn't see anything suspicious, so his attention falls back to Alessandro. Stepping to the side slightly he figures out what the fist means. 'By their words and his tenseness, I believe he is upset. Perhaps his ego took a blow to head them speak of him like that. Or me for that matter. After all, I know humans hate when their deeds are judged by others, especially when judged so harshly' He decides not to follow the prince for now, knowing it will only upset the animal further, and instead turns his attention to the stable. However he does keep one ear on the prince and the men.
'I should travel well back from him, perhaps it will relax in time once it figure out I am not coming any closer' He listens to the prince snap at the men and wonders why he would say such thing. 'He knows very well that it is my fault, so why does he blame them? Perhaps they really do stink and it just adds to the upset of the big black horse' When the animal rears a hand goes to his blade and he turns his full attention on to the prince and the animal. He would rather kill the thing than have the prince thrown off and break his neck or something of the like. His fingers tense around the handle but as he watches the young man work he relaxes his grip. When it drops back down he makes sure the blade is clear of it's scabbard so it wouldn't stick if he decided to draw it. His eyes are like a hawks as it continues to fit and his body remains keyed up should the prince fail to contain it.
When at last it does settle his fingers slide from his handle an instant before the prince looks to him and his eyes regain their disinterested haze. From the stable door he can hear the workers whispering among one another and while he gives the prince a nod to indicate he heard him, he listens intently to what they are saying.
“Did you see that?! He really did look like a killer just then!”
“Yes but he wasn't looking at the prince, was he?”
“No, he was, at the horse, but why?”
“He was going to kill it, wasn't he? To protect the prince?”
The whispering continues even as a stout looking man walks out of the stable, the dapple gray's reins in his clammy hand. As he turns to look at the man he feels a faint bit of satisfaction as he jumps and stumbles a little. 'Well, if something like that is enough to change their minds even a little, then I'd say the upset animal is worth it' Glancing at Alessandro real quick he makes sure he's got the right idea before the groom stops in front of him, his hand shaking as he hold out the reins. “Thank you.” he murmurs softly, taking the reins gently from the man as to not scare him any further. The groom bows slightly to him, then deeper to the prince, then doing his best to make it look like he's not, flees back to his fellows in the stable.
Rei ignores the staff as they set up whispering again, having the good sense to do it out of sight of the prince now that SilverWind is out of the stable, and instead he moves as swiftly as he can to get ready for the ride. Bringing the reins over her head, his short stature not making that easy, he settles them against her neck before reaching up to make sure his hat is secure. 'If we are to be riding, it will have to stand up to the breeze' Once he's sure it's not going to fall off any time soon he forgoes the stirrup altogether he leaps nimbly into the saddle. She doesn't seem to react at all to the sudden movement an instead lowers her head to pick at the ground a bit. The grooms saddling her had done their best to put the stirrups in the right place for Rei and as he slips his boots in he sees they did a very good job guessing his height.
Rei seems to relax into the saddle and suddenly her head comes up. She doesn't look startled, just alert. ~Listen up lady. We are going to be following the big black one today. We can greet properly later. For now, just do not knock me off, and keep up. I will let you lead, but do not get too close.~ Her ears move around as if she's listening to something, but Rei's words to her are not something one hears with their ears. Because she already is open to him, speaking to the mare like this is very simple magic for him. True, this is the only time he can communicate with animals, when they already like him, but it is a useful skill none the less, and he has trained it best he can. Her head bobs up and down a bit, one hoof pawing the ground. His little communing with the mare finished he takes up her reins and looks to the prince. “Ready. Lead the way.” None of the palace staff noticed what had happened, the magic interaction slight, and invisible to the human eye, but with their whispers the continue to speculate about the young assassin turned bodyguard.
His eyes fall from the horse to the prince. Now with his back to the fae he watches the motion curiously, wondering if it is some sort of signal to him. 'No. It is more like he is tense over something' Looking over the area he doesn't see anything suspicious, so his attention falls back to Alessandro. Stepping to the side slightly he figures out what the fist means. 'By their words and his tenseness, I believe he is upset. Perhaps his ego took a blow to head them speak of him like that. Or me for that matter. After all, I know humans hate when their deeds are judged by others, especially when judged so harshly' He decides not to follow the prince for now, knowing it will only upset the animal further, and instead turns his attention to the stable. However he does keep one ear on the prince and the men.
'I should travel well back from him, perhaps it will relax in time once it figure out I am not coming any closer' He listens to the prince snap at the men and wonders why he would say such thing. 'He knows very well that it is my fault, so why does he blame them? Perhaps they really do stink and it just adds to the upset of the big black horse' When the animal rears a hand goes to his blade and he turns his full attention on to the prince and the animal. He would rather kill the thing than have the prince thrown off and break his neck or something of the like. His fingers tense around the handle but as he watches the young man work he relaxes his grip. When it drops back down he makes sure the blade is clear of it's scabbard so it wouldn't stick if he decided to draw it. His eyes are like a hawks as it continues to fit and his body remains keyed up should the prince fail to contain it.
When at last it does settle his fingers slide from his handle an instant before the prince looks to him and his eyes regain their disinterested haze. From the stable door he can hear the workers whispering among one another and while he gives the prince a nod to indicate he heard him, he listens intently to what they are saying.
“Did you see that?! He really did look like a killer just then!”
“Yes but he wasn't looking at the prince, was he?”
“No, he was, at the horse, but why?”
“He was going to kill it, wasn't he? To protect the prince?”
The whispering continues even as a stout looking man walks out of the stable, the dapple gray's reins in his clammy hand. As he turns to look at the man he feels a faint bit of satisfaction as he jumps and stumbles a little. 'Well, if something like that is enough to change their minds even a little, then I'd say the upset animal is worth it' Glancing at Alessandro real quick he makes sure he's got the right idea before the groom stops in front of him, his hand shaking as he hold out the reins. “Thank you.” he murmurs softly, taking the reins gently from the man as to not scare him any further. The groom bows slightly to him, then deeper to the prince, then doing his best to make it look like he's not, flees back to his fellows in the stable.
Rei ignores the staff as they set up whispering again, having the good sense to do it out of sight of the prince now that SilverWind is out of the stable, and instead he moves as swiftly as he can to get ready for the ride. Bringing the reins over her head, his short stature not making that easy, he settles them against her neck before reaching up to make sure his hat is secure. 'If we are to be riding, it will have to stand up to the breeze' Once he's sure it's not going to fall off any time soon he forgoes the stirrup altogether he leaps nimbly into the saddle. She doesn't seem to react at all to the sudden movement an instead lowers her head to pick at the ground a bit. The grooms saddling her had done their best to put the stirrups in the right place for Rei and as he slips his boots in he sees they did a very good job guessing his height.
Rei seems to relax into the saddle and suddenly her head comes up. She doesn't look startled, just alert. ~Listen up lady. We are going to be following the big black one today. We can greet properly later. For now, just do not knock me off, and keep up. I will let you lead, but do not get too close.~ Her ears move around as if she's listening to something, but Rei's words to her are not something one hears with their ears. Because she already is open to him, speaking to the mare like this is very simple magic for him. True, this is the only time he can communicate with animals, when they already like him, but it is a useful skill none the less, and he has trained it best he can. Her head bobs up and down a bit, one hoof pawing the ground. His little communing with the mare finished he takes up her reins and looks to the prince. “Ready. Lead the way.” None of the palace staff noticed what had happened, the magic interaction slight, and invisible to the human eye, but with their whispers the continue to speculate about the young assassin turned bodyguard.
Will can have chocolate. He can even share it with his boss. He just has to be ready to deal with what happens next! :P
Even as Kuro tenses underneath the angel, the elbow to the back making it impossible to breath, a small smile still finds it's way to the demon's lips. Over Green's rough voice he can hear the little angel's cries. Calling out for them to stop, trying to protect him despite everything. 'What a trooper you are Little Mouse' The sweet little sounds of him shouting out for his sake keeps the smile on his lips even after he's gone and a sharp kick to his midsection empties the air from his lungs in a rush. Kuro actually thanks the angel mentally about the kick. It keeps him from snapping out another comeback that was sure to get him more than the little roughhousing from a moment ago.
With a huff Green leaves the cell, Red following soon after. “Look what you did. That mess in there isn't going to clean itself up you know.” Red grumbles to his partner.”
“We'll just say that filth did them himself and we just left him to lay in his own mess. Besides, it wasn't that much water, it'll dry up soon. When they take him out tomorrow we'll just have one of the palace staff come in and clean it up.” Green explains reasonably. Red looks a little dubious over lying but after a few seconds he lets out a sigh and nods, agreeing to go along with the story.
Inside the cell Kuro lay still, half curled around his stomach on instinct. The wet filthy water against his skin feels a little gross, but he's been around worse so he is able to ignore it for the most part. Instead he focuses on getting his breathing even once more. He can tell the bandaged on his back are slightly out of place, but doesn't have the motivation to try and fix it. 'After all, they may have healed me today, but the guards themselves say I'm going for another session, right on schedule tomorrow' He grumbles a little, the faint muttering sounds not enough to catch the guards' attention. One hand inches it's way forward and he begins playing with the water while he waits for a modicum of his strength to return.
Time passes and eventually night in heaven falls, casting the cell in a faint blue light. Red and Green are replaced by two new angels, but these he's discovered have no interest in hassling him, so Kuro leaves them alone in kind. The night allows him to relax a little bit more, the evening light far less harsh to his senses. About an hour after sundown he manages to push himself slowly into a sitting position against the back wall. The guards turn to watch him move, but as soon as the see what he's doing they turn back around. He watches them for several minutes before reaching slowly behind him to pull out his prize.
The lone white feather seems to have a glow all it's own in the dim light and he just stares at it for a time. It's combs are parted in a few places so after a while he reaches up to smooth them out. Soon it's looking as good as new. 'You're still connected to him, I can tell. So it's true' He sighs softly. 'Even after these things fall out they remain connected to their angel, a little bit of their life still in it. I've head of my kin finding dropped angel feathers down on earth and being grossed out because they still had their heavenly glow. I've always wondered if they were pulling my leg. . .' He runs his fingers gently over and over the soft thing, even after all the combs are perfectly in place. He spends well over an hour just amusing himself with the feather before he decides to hide it away, not wanting his prize to be taken away so soon after claiming it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
'They must still be mad over yesterday's kissing incident' Kuro surmises as he is quite literally thrown into his cell by his guards. He lands hard on his back, thrown that way on purpose he has no doubt, knocking the wind out of him. Green comes in after him moments later and snaps his shackle in place, giving it a harsh twist so it cuts into his flesh. “Just tell'em what they want to know, filth, so I can get out of this stupid guard duty.”
“Ah, yes, of course, how inconsiderate of me.” Kuro manages to gasp out. “I am so sorry to inconveniencing you, what was I thinking?” The sarcasm hangs thick in his throat, earning him a quick stomp to his chest. The action grinds his already sore back into the ground as well, the fresh splits in the bandages grinding his new open wounds into the ground. The only saving grace for the moment is that, true to his scheme, the green haired angel had indeed gotten the cell cleaned while he was gone. 'So glad I'm not adding dirt and dried blood to these things. That would be embarrassing should the Little Mouse show up again to treat me. “I'm sorry, I tried to keep it clean, but I failed on account of some oafs thinking that I asked them to grind dirt into them!” Yeah, that'd work'
As he lay there sprawled out on his back he really does wonder if he'll get treatment again today. His wounds aren't as bad, but then again, his old ones were nowhere near healed either. His back is still on fire with pain, and with several new strikes having shredded the bandages he sure it looks a mess back there. The new wounds would have no doubt soaked the remaining bandages, making them beyond useless.
With a huff Green leaves the cell, Red following soon after. “Look what you did. That mess in there isn't going to clean itself up you know.” Red grumbles to his partner.”
“We'll just say that filth did them himself and we just left him to lay in his own mess. Besides, it wasn't that much water, it'll dry up soon. When they take him out tomorrow we'll just have one of the palace staff come in and clean it up.” Green explains reasonably. Red looks a little dubious over lying but after a few seconds he lets out a sigh and nods, agreeing to go along with the story.
Inside the cell Kuro lay still, half curled around his stomach on instinct. The wet filthy water against his skin feels a little gross, but he's been around worse so he is able to ignore it for the most part. Instead he focuses on getting his breathing even once more. He can tell the bandaged on his back are slightly out of place, but doesn't have the motivation to try and fix it. 'After all, they may have healed me today, but the guards themselves say I'm going for another session, right on schedule tomorrow' He grumbles a little, the faint muttering sounds not enough to catch the guards' attention. One hand inches it's way forward and he begins playing with the water while he waits for a modicum of his strength to return.
Time passes and eventually night in heaven falls, casting the cell in a faint blue light. Red and Green are replaced by two new angels, but these he's discovered have no interest in hassling him, so Kuro leaves them alone in kind. The night allows him to relax a little bit more, the evening light far less harsh to his senses. About an hour after sundown he manages to push himself slowly into a sitting position against the back wall. The guards turn to watch him move, but as soon as the see what he's doing they turn back around. He watches them for several minutes before reaching slowly behind him to pull out his prize.
The lone white feather seems to have a glow all it's own in the dim light and he just stares at it for a time. It's combs are parted in a few places so after a while he reaches up to smooth them out. Soon it's looking as good as new. 'You're still connected to him, I can tell. So it's true' He sighs softly. 'Even after these things fall out they remain connected to their angel, a little bit of their life still in it. I've head of my kin finding dropped angel feathers down on earth and being grossed out because they still had their heavenly glow. I've always wondered if they were pulling my leg. . .' He runs his fingers gently over and over the soft thing, even after all the combs are perfectly in place. He spends well over an hour just amusing himself with the feather before he decides to hide it away, not wanting his prize to be taken away so soon after claiming it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
'They must still be mad over yesterday's kissing incident' Kuro surmises as he is quite literally thrown into his cell by his guards. He lands hard on his back, thrown that way on purpose he has no doubt, knocking the wind out of him. Green comes in after him moments later and snaps his shackle in place, giving it a harsh twist so it cuts into his flesh. “Just tell'em what they want to know, filth, so I can get out of this stupid guard duty.”
“Ah, yes, of course, how inconsiderate of me.” Kuro manages to gasp out. “I am so sorry to inconveniencing you, what was I thinking?” The sarcasm hangs thick in his throat, earning him a quick stomp to his chest. The action grinds his already sore back into the ground as well, the fresh splits in the bandages grinding his new open wounds into the ground. The only saving grace for the moment is that, true to his scheme, the green haired angel had indeed gotten the cell cleaned while he was gone. 'So glad I'm not adding dirt and dried blood to these things. That would be embarrassing should the Little Mouse show up again to treat me. “I'm sorry, I tried to keep it clean, but I failed on account of some oafs thinking that I asked them to grind dirt into them!” Yeah, that'd work'
As he lay there sprawled out on his back he really does wonder if he'll get treatment again today. His wounds aren't as bad, but then again, his old ones were nowhere near healed either. His back is still on fire with pain, and with several new strikes having shredded the bandages he sure it looks a mess back there. The new wounds would have no doubt soaked the remaining bandages, making them beyond useless.
The ride is a little tense, the boy seemingly unable to relax, but Dorian continues to stroke his arm even after he's not longer consciously thinking of helping the boy calm down. 'I wonder what will happen when he gets use to these guys. With his fist new life spent hunting much like they do I can see many a day, him coming back covered in blood from a tumble in the woods with a deer while out hunting with the pack' He chuckles at the visual just as the ones he'd sent on ahead come charging back, turning around and waiting for the pack to catch up before falling into stride near the leader.
After a few minutes the pack sets up the call and begins veering off the road. Dorian turns Horace to follow and within a few minutes they come to a nice area of dense foliage around a decent sized cave. As he pulls to a stop he smiles wide as James slides right off the horse, ignoring the wolves completely as he wanders towards the cave. 'Well, either he got over them in the past thirty seconds, or he's just that happy over seeing something relatively familiar' With a little chuckle he hops down gracefully and follows after the boy, Horace in tow. “Is it now?” he murmurs, not sure if the boy would hear him at that distance. Stopping at the entrance he begins removing Horace's tack carefully.
From behind he hears huge paws approaching, slowly becoming softer as they come until at last he turns around to greet the wolf. However now instead of a bear sized beast Dorian is looking into a very human, if very rugged, human face. The man is a few inches taller than Dorian himself so he has to look up a bit to look into his eyes properly. The man is completely in the buff but Dorian ignores that fact as he always does and instead begins giving him instructions. “Keep the pack at a good distance, my new ward is a little wary of your kind at the moment and I do not need him spooked. I will need you to make sure we wake as soon as the sun goes down, though he may wake us before then.” Looking to Horace he adds, “Oh, and of course make sure no one touches my horse.”
Looking back to the pack leader he motions for him to lean in close and quietly enough that James can not overhear he whispers, “I am sure he knows better, but keep an eye on him if he wakes before I do. The trees here are not as thick as he is use to and a light breeze could have him burning in to time.” Leaning back the leader nod and with a little bow he stalks away, his body changing back into his beast form. Not all Wahru have a human form, the process for giving them a human form rather complex and difficult, but over the years many vampires have found it useful for the older ones to have one. Dorian could not agree more.
After a few minutes the pack sets up the call and begins veering off the road. Dorian turns Horace to follow and within a few minutes they come to a nice area of dense foliage around a decent sized cave. As he pulls to a stop he smiles wide as James slides right off the horse, ignoring the wolves completely as he wanders towards the cave. 'Well, either he got over them in the past thirty seconds, or he's just that happy over seeing something relatively familiar' With a little chuckle he hops down gracefully and follows after the boy, Horace in tow. “Is it now?” he murmurs, not sure if the boy would hear him at that distance. Stopping at the entrance he begins removing Horace's tack carefully.
From behind he hears huge paws approaching, slowly becoming softer as they come until at last he turns around to greet the wolf. However now instead of a bear sized beast Dorian is looking into a very human, if very rugged, human face. The man is a few inches taller than Dorian himself so he has to look up a bit to look into his eyes properly. The man is completely in the buff but Dorian ignores that fact as he always does and instead begins giving him instructions. “Keep the pack at a good distance, my new ward is a little wary of your kind at the moment and I do not need him spooked. I will need you to make sure we wake as soon as the sun goes down, though he may wake us before then.” Looking to Horace he adds, “Oh, and of course make sure no one touches my horse.”
Looking back to the pack leader he motions for him to lean in close and quietly enough that James can not overhear he whispers, “I am sure he knows better, but keep an eye on him if he wakes before I do. The trees here are not as thick as he is use to and a light breeze could have him burning in to time.” Leaning back the leader nod and with a little bow he stalks away, his body changing back into his beast form. Not all Wahru have a human form, the process for giving them a human form rather complex and difficult, but over the years many vampires have found it useful for the older ones to have one. Dorian could not agree more.
Kiel's smile widens and he nods. Pushing off the sink he begins walking over to the table. “Yeah, I found some cheap but very tasty mini cakes the kids showed me once. It's what they normally use to celebrate birthdays when they can.” He stops next to the table, his head reaching out. At first it looks like his hand is going to got for the boy's hair, as it had before, but he corrects himself mid motion and instead pats him gently on the shoulder. “And don't worry about it Zach, I'm not upset. I understand, well as well as one can in my position, how you feel. It's my own fault for not asking if it was okay.”
Sitting down he reaches across the table and pulls the bag forward. Reaching inside he pulls out two pot pie sized plastic containers with clear lids. Inside is indeed very small versions of chocolate cake and smiling wide Kiel hands one to his guest with a little plastic fork that came with it. “Hope this is something you like!” he chirps, his chipper mood back in place as he pops the top of his own little cake. He makes a yum noise, the smell catching him off guard. “I don't have chocolate often. Not in the church's budget and all, and I myself don't really crave it that much. I forgot how good it smells.” He's being completely honest sand as he takes the first few bites he simply enjoys them in silence.
Sitting down he reaches across the table and pulls the bag forward. Reaching inside he pulls out two pot pie sized plastic containers with clear lids. Inside is indeed very small versions of chocolate cake and smiling wide Kiel hands one to his guest with a little plastic fork that came with it. “Hope this is something you like!” he chirps, his chipper mood back in place as he pops the top of his own little cake. He makes a yum noise, the smell catching him off guard. “I don't have chocolate often. Not in the church's budget and all, and I myself don't really crave it that much. I forgot how good it smells.” He's being completely honest sand as he takes the first few bites he simply enjoys them in silence.
It's inside the office, and fully equipped for making coffee, but at the moment it's just running the water through it's system to make it hot so the boss can make tea.
He keeps his eyes on his guest as he comes over to lean against the wall, happy that he seems to no longer be bothered by his earlier comments. 'Good, he's more relaxed now. I need to be more careful in the future. I know I can relax around him some, but I must never forget that he's from somewhere else with his own set of habits and customs' He nods and chuckles over the comment about causing an upset because of customs. Reaching over to pat him on the arm softly he almost freezes at his last comment. However he is able to complete his action and draw his hand back without looking too awkward.
“I don't think I'm all that free-thinking. I mean, I don't even let my tail wander around on it's own out of fear, suppressing a part of my body every day just to fit in.” His head hangs down a bit but his smile remains firm. “You haven’t caused me any trouble, really. . . And, I'm kinda glad you stirred things up a bit in town. If you hadn't we may have never met yesterday. I would most likely never met someone I can talk to freely about. . .Things.” A touch of fear enters his voice and he looks around worriedly. 'Can never be too careful. Eyes around every five, or else you might take a dive' He knows his little rhymes are rather foolish, but they keep him on his toes like they are designed to do.
Looking back to Aryx he grins before stepping forward to check the clothes again. Running his fingers over the fabric he notes that his outfit is still a little damp in the thick places. Giving out a little sigh he returns to the wall and he props himself up, arms over his stomach. He doesn't even notice the extra precaution as he looks off towards the mountain. “You saw, earlier, didn't you?” His fingers curl a little tighter about him as he thinks about how weird it must have looked. Becoming too bright to look at directly Viltez instead focuses on the mountains themselves, his tense muscles jumping.
“I don't think I'm all that free-thinking. I mean, I don't even let my tail wander around on it's own out of fear, suppressing a part of my body every day just to fit in.” His head hangs down a bit but his smile remains firm. “You haven’t caused me any trouble, really. . . And, I'm kinda glad you stirred things up a bit in town. If you hadn't we may have never met yesterday. I would most likely never met someone I can talk to freely about. . .Things.” A touch of fear enters his voice and he looks around worriedly. 'Can never be too careful. Eyes around every five, or else you might take a dive' He knows his little rhymes are rather foolish, but they keep him on his toes like they are designed to do.
Looking back to Aryx he grins before stepping forward to check the clothes again. Running his fingers over the fabric he notes that his outfit is still a little damp in the thick places. Giving out a little sigh he returns to the wall and he props himself up, arms over his stomach. He doesn't even notice the extra precaution as he looks off towards the mountain. “You saw, earlier, didn't you?” His fingers curl a little tighter about him as he thinks about how weird it must have looked. Becoming too bright to look at directly Viltez instead focuses on the mountains themselves, his tense muscles jumping.
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