12-30-2017, 08:11 PM
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
Dahmer's gaze does not falter as her crimson eye fixes itself on him, fire and ice inspecting each other as they banter almost warily. She seems to mull over his question for a time and he is content to remain silent, lingering atop the swaying branch though he knows that he may be within the range of the fox's bounding leap. While this should be worrisome, the dark beast finds that he has no desire to feel worried tonight and instead of an attack, he is rewarded eventually with an off-handed confession. His azure eyes search her red ones with renewed interest and he cocks his avian head to the side.
"What is it that you've done to deserve a bad omen?" he inquires, straightforward and curious. He had done things in his own youth that he had not been proud of, that he would take back now (or would he?), but Dahmer has made a better life for himself in Beqanna ─ one that is not fraught with destruction, but instead has filled his soul with happiness, though he does his best to hide it behind a stoic face and hardened gaze.
She stretches out on the rock face and he can't help but chuckle ─ there is, of course, no reason for a fox to be worried by a raven, and Dahmer knows it as well as her.
There is a sudden change in the fox as he mutters the word pack and he thinks to move to a higher branch as her hackles raise and her pupils narrow, but the black beast keeps himself settled, only briefly rustling his feathers to convey the short instance of discomfort. Her lack of relationship with Gryffen, though, is what settles him and Dahmer nods his avian head to her in understanding as the brown fox adjusts to sit on her haunches.
Foxes are known to be tricksters, she says with a toothy grin and Dahmer can't help but to return the expression, a chuckle falling from his sharp beak at her less-than-veiled threat. "If it is my time to be tricked, little fox, then it is my time," he offers back, mirroring the faux pet name that she had tossed at him with guile. "But if you agree not to trick me, and I agree not to be your bad omen, perhaps you'd consider Sylva's army. We could use a trickster," he ends with his head still tilted to the side, blue eyes watching the fox closely in the moonlight.
"What is it that you've done to deserve a bad omen?" he inquires, straightforward and curious. He had done things in his own youth that he had not been proud of, that he would take back now (or would he?), but Dahmer has made a better life for himself in Beqanna ─ one that is not fraught with destruction, but instead has filled his soul with happiness, though he does his best to hide it behind a stoic face and hardened gaze.
She stretches out on the rock face and he can't help but chuckle ─ there is, of course, no reason for a fox to be worried by a raven, and Dahmer knows it as well as her.
There is a sudden change in the fox as he mutters the word pack and he thinks to move to a higher branch as her hackles raise and her pupils narrow, but the black beast keeps himself settled, only briefly rustling his feathers to convey the short instance of discomfort. Her lack of relationship with Gryffen, though, is what settles him and Dahmer nods his avian head to her in understanding as the brown fox adjusts to sit on her haunches.
Foxes are known to be tricksters, she says with a toothy grin and Dahmer can't help but to return the expression, a chuckle falling from his sharp beak at her less-than-veiled threat. "If it is my time to be tricked, little fox, then it is my time," he offers back, mirroring the faux pet name that she had tossed at him with guile. "But if you agree not to trick me, and I agree not to be your bad omen, perhaps you'd consider Sylva's army. We could use a trickster," he ends with his head still tilted to the side, blue eyes watching the fox closely in the moonlight.
Dahmer
@[Merida] ♥