If the lamb see's the knife, she panics
He finds himself unweary of this Paldor, which he finds both unsettling and strange. But no trace of this thoughts are given away in his facial expression, nor any other part of his anatomy. Instead, he remains as stoic as ever; ever the observer, ever the gentlemen. He is a master of his charade, and he plays his hand superbly- as always. Yet again, something internal seems to be occuring within the strange pale male. Mental disease, mental illness- Rayn is unsure as to what it is exactly, but he knows there is something. Regardless of those soul-less eyes- he knows something is causing cogs and gears to churn and turn. And yet while it is all happening, still, he finds himself guarded, as per usual- but at the same instance unnaturally relaxed. Perhaps it was the aura of the other, but of auras, the golden marked boy knew close to nothing about. In fact, it did not even cross his mind but in a passing moment, leaving him to ponder just what that was- but he was not stuck on the thought for very long, for this other, this Paldor, was speaking.
Her panic seeps into the meat
This place here... I do not know specifcs on, but the place in general is called Moladion from what I hear. Moladion. It is yet again a strange name to him, but he accepts it as it is. A name for the vast land he now happened to find himself in, something he has yet to explore- though he may not even do such all together. Only time would tell him. They say a great star fell from the sky, dropped down onto the earth and obliterated that was here. Paldor's voice seems one that would give anyone chills- but still, Rayn finds himself at ease, and yet not. I was not here for that, some two or more years ago I believe. I was not here for it though. When I arrived wolves were just starting to come back here, new packs have formed of the old land and new wolves keep coming in on a daily basis it seems.. He trails off in his speech, and this draws the barest hint of reaction from Rayn. Said reaction being the slightest tilt of his jaw to the left side, in a curious manner, one befitting of the stoic male- but he cannot help his interest being caught. A star falling from the sky. A land in ruins. Building up from the ground. How similar to home it all is.
Darkens it.
But this, of course, is not shared with the pale stranger. Hardly anything is. You are one of the new ones it seems, garunteed to not have a home yet. Is this what you are looking for? His first inclination is no. But his words are so dangerously close to Rayn's own thoughts, he finds another word slipping past his jaw. "Yes, I may very well be, Paldor. It is surprising to even himself, though, of course, the golden marked boy does not show this. And still, more unexpected words. "What of you? Do you hail from any particular home yourself?
Fouls the flavour.
How do you go back, when in your heart of hearts- you know there is no going back?
it didn't work out
you're too sensitive |