If the lamb see's the knife, she panics
At first, the void that is Paldor's gaze made him feel queer. But the longer Rayn found himself around the pale male, the more he found himself growing accustomed to it- even enjoying it. It did not give away anything to what the strange male might be thinking. It was, quite literally, a void. The silver and golden boy enjoyed that, quite immensely. It was so similar to his own way of doing things, that one could almost say he felt a kindred spirit in Paldor. But Rayn did not think in such ways. No, that was far too intimate. Far too silly. He simply knew that they were similar, though not one in the same- nothing even close. He knew most were not like him, but for even the slightest bit of similarity between him and another- well, it was enough to keep his interest for that much longer.
Her panic seeps into the meat
They were still facing one another, not quite relaxed, but not quite on edge. Perhaps they both did have the same mindset after all. Only time and observation would tell him. I try not to stay planted in the same place, but for now it seems fate has kept me in a place called Iromar. Iromar. Another name to save for another day- or perhaps later this one, if Rayn were to be told just where this place was, and if he were to also decide to make his way to it. Paldor almost seemed as if recruiting- but at the same time not. It then dawned on the thick male that it truly was not easy to not what this stranger was thinking. Whether it be through expression, or body language. For his body language was relaxed and yet, as just about everything else with him- queer. Quite queer. Rayn could not quite put his paw on it.
Darkens it.
Iromar is not a place to be taken lightly though, the wolves there are haunted, they call themselves the Demons. Much in the same as I have heard of Angels in a place called Diveen. Paldor had an interested manner of speaking, and Rayn found himself enjoyed the flow of his words. It was- once again, queer, but something different, something new. Something he was fond of. Nodding slightly as much to himself as to the other, he considered the words spoken, of Angels and Demons and the like. Were they something to be in actual existance? Or were they all demented and or deranged, such as the pale boy in front of him- if that's what he even was. He was not quite certain. Again- only time would tell him. Rayn did not speak much- in fact, most times he chose to say as little as possible. It was simply his way.
Fouls the flavour.
"Do you consider yourself a Demon, Paldor? It was an honest, curious question of his, something he wondered about as his own pale sage gaze continued to hold the others voided one. Could he befriend a Demon, if so? He didn't think it particularly mattered if Paldor thought so of himself or not- to each their own, after all. And at least he wasn't one without a head on his shoulders. If so, Rayn would have never given him a second thought.
it didn't work out
you're too sensitive |