Ears prick backwards toward the girl, listening as she follows him through the river's side. The dark boy moves on, his company moving with him, asking more questions and making the hairs on the back of his neck wish to stand on end. He stays calm though, his outward appearance giving nothing of his agitation away. His pale gaze moves about the area he is in, and he veers left, going toward the north, away from the swamps. Pride urges him in this direction, the male hardly wishing to admit that he is lost in this strange new world. No, he must press on.

Mother would be most upset at him if he went back and told her he had gotten lost. She would rant and rail about his lack of direction, tell him how any traveler of Hell could find his way through any land, could make it through anything that was thrown in his way. But, Alchemy is no traveler of Hell. He is a wanderer of Moladion, killing what prey he can to fill this ever growing thirst within his soul, to feed the greedy demons that lurk beneath his coat. He sighs when she speaks again, his question having been answered and now she fires back with some of her own.

Calm yourself! A voice calls in his head, a mental slap resounds in his ears and he growls softly against it. Perhaps the girl did not hear this growl, it was not meant for her. "I live no where, I am called Alchemy." He says nothing of her name, thinking it rather plain. No matter, he would simply not comment. His voice stays even, monotone, he shows nothing by the way of emotions. Unless she reaches to his anger, this he finds acceptable to show. He tosses a glance at her over the shoulder as he walks, this should be enough to keep her following.

male :: zero years old :: belongs to no one :: none bear his cross :: homeless