07-05-2018, 01:27 PM
Death is peaceful, Life is harder.
The scent of another does not take long to reach the sensitivity of his nostrils. Blinded to all else beside the hum of her consciousness, he tilts his head to catch the soft sound of her approach. She was searching for something, much like himself but with an added urgency. Wanting to find her place she too had fled to the comfort of the forest, the restlessness of her thoughts nearly matching his own. It did not take long for her gaze to fall upon him, ragged and unsightly. He saw himself through her eyes and flinched to see his wildness. Her tentativeness was instantly understood, but he was grateful for her bravery.
Hello Rhynne, he greeted with an unsure smile. Naturally his first instinct was to feed his words directly into her mind, finding his vocal chords rusty and unused to frequent exercise. Attempting to avoid frightening her away he spoke his husky toned words. I am called Romulus.
Romulus
@[Rhynne]