Post by cptkickercutleg on Sept 7, 2012 16:04:43 GMT -6
Graal nods in aquiesance at Vryn's words, his tail dropping to a less challenging height and instead drifting halfway between his flank and the floor, taking a calm step forwards, away from the alarmed Vryn as he belches flame at the unseen assailant.
Life as a loner can leave one with much more harrowing experiences.
"Another day, another fight." his mind remarks.
His attention returns to the Druin before him, catching her thanks.
Even in other languages, thanking another was the same ritual, a slight dip of the body perhaps, or relaxing with a smile, and though the words differ, the meaning is ever evident.
"I would not be here if I was able to return." she said, and again, he was not surprised; her smile was gone as a hint of displeasure had coloured her tone, almost vehemous. Again, calmly, he nods understandingly.
"I can never return from whence I came, for I was born a wolf, and therefor must be killed on sight. Something I imagine many Druin can relate to with bitter memories. Though I doubt I've the years left in me to make the journey now." he muses aloud, then blinks, focussing again, "It is a shame really, I had so looked forward to contacting Drexyll, and maybe the Princess once more, but I suppose Fenris' will never extends too far into kindness, rather, it is a challenge I will overcome another time, and Tor has sent me here to meet you instead perhaps. Who can know the whims of the gods?"
(( Sorry for the delay, I'm behind at college >_< ))
Life as a loner can leave one with much more harrowing experiences.
"Another day, another fight." his mind remarks.
His attention returns to the Druin before him, catching her thanks.
Even in other languages, thanking another was the same ritual, a slight dip of the body perhaps, or relaxing with a smile, and though the words differ, the meaning is ever evident.
"I would not be here if I was able to return." she said, and again, he was not surprised; her smile was gone as a hint of displeasure had coloured her tone, almost vehemous. Again, calmly, he nods understandingly.
"I can never return from whence I came, for I was born a wolf, and therefor must be killed on sight. Something I imagine many Druin can relate to with bitter memories. Though I doubt I've the years left in me to make the journey now." he muses aloud, then blinks, focussing again, "It is a shame really, I had so looked forward to contacting Drexyll, and maybe the Princess once more, but I suppose Fenris' will never extends too far into kindness, rather, it is a challenge I will overcome another time, and Tor has sent me here to meet you instead perhaps. Who can know the whims of the gods?"
(( Sorry for the delay, I'm behind at college >_< ))