07-02-2016, 05:30 PM
THE EARTH IS ALIVE, AND MAN IS A PARASITE.
AND HEAVENLY BODIES MAKE US FIGHT.
As she dips her crown towards him, he visibly relaxes, the tension from his thick, sinewy muscles melting away as he shifts his massive weight from one leg to another. Conflict is not something that he seeks; and he is content to find she has heeded his words. He glances between them for a moment, observing their interactions, before his searing red eyes peering once again to the small young female by his side. He studies her and listens carefully to her words, allowing her to complete her uncertain thoughts, though quietly he begins formulating an opinion on the matter.
Above them, the foliage begins to rustle gently with an icy breeze, sliding over his marred skin and tangling itself between his dark tresses, which now drifts lazily across his eyes. His ears prick and swivel as he turns his attention once more to the golden-painted male standing before him, catching his eye and realizing that he himself is being observed.
Though is unable to read into the mind of the buckskin male, he senses a shift in his demeanor. A certain warmth lingers now where there was none to speak of. Perhaps companionship can be forged yet - time will tell. His skull cocks slightly to the left, bemused, before he chooses to raise his grinding voice and collaborate with him.
"Thank you. All is well, Rael Fire." He murmurs to her, satisfied in her change in demeanor, as well. It is one thing to be powerful; it is another to be callous. She will learn this in time, he is certain. But now, he chooses to nurture more pressing matters - her uncertainly is palpable and he decides to pursue the urging within him to speak further on the subject.
"Cai has a point. Travel will give you opportunity and experience you crave; you will always have a place with us in the tundra if you feel drawn to returning to us. There is much to see and do. You will find your way."
Above them, the foliage begins to rustle gently with an icy breeze, sliding over his marred skin and tangling itself between his dark tresses, which now drifts lazily across his eyes. His ears prick and swivel as he turns his attention once more to the golden-painted male standing before him, catching his eye and realizing that he himself is being observed.
Though is unable to read into the mind of the buckskin male, he senses a shift in his demeanor. A certain warmth lingers now where there was none to speak of. Perhaps companionship can be forged yet - time will tell. His skull cocks slightly to the left, bemused, before he chooses to raise his grinding voice and collaborate with him.
"Thank you. All is well, Rael Fire." He murmurs to her, satisfied in her change in demeanor, as well. It is one thing to be powerful; it is another to be callous. She will learn this in time, he is certain. But now, he chooses to nurture more pressing matters - her uncertainly is palpable and he decides to pursue the urging within him to speak further on the subject.
"Cai has a point. Travel will give you opportunity and experience you crave; you will always have a place with us in the tundra if you feel drawn to returning to us. There is much to see and do. You will find your way."
OFFSPRING
the ice king of the tundra
@[Rael Fire]