Rip me open. admire the ivory beneath || ANY

[Krigare]

Rip me open

She didnt know the half of it. So he chuckles and shakes his great head, dark tendrils flying over a scar mapped right eye. The green there was less true, less vibrant than it was so long ago. Looking to the pale girl once more Krigare feels the age in his bones, he almost swears he can hear them wheezing in protest as he moves.

"When you get to be my age girl, grumpy is a way of life. Tis no act."
And he means it. Once (long ago) he would have been overjoyed to befriend the painted girl, perhaps he would take her to meet his pale queen. But now he was pissed off and alone, his life was so much different from the girl's. It was clear that after whatever the forest brought for her, she would return to her mommy and daddy and the mean words he spit at her would fade into the dark nothingness of a childhood memory. 

"Why do you stray so far from Loess, and why do you travel alone?"
He thinks to the day he had seen the great beast that ripped its way from Castile's chest in these woods. Was the girl not at all afraid? Was she afraid now? Caught in a conversation with a man she hardly knew? The thought makes his stomach roil and he begins to walk. Part of him knows she will follows.

K R I G A R E

@[Embark]