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He seems to wait with baited breath, so far he had not made very good first impressions. One would think one as scarred as he was he would be more sure of himself, not be handicapped with shyness or even timidness. His brothers before had known the monster he possessed, the tortured person he use to be inflicting all with pain he held within himself. He was feared, respected. Now, well now he is like an adolescent discovering the world with new eyes. Nothing was the same, the need to embrace the violence is gone. The need to spill blood was gone, still there but somehow controlled by him; his choosing. He does not want that life anymore. He wants happiness, he wants to care and be cared for. He is no saint mind you, but he is as you would say a battle worn knight coming home. The memories haunting him while he tries to return to normal ways of life and he is coping through with it in meek tendencies until he knows better.
The murmur of a reply as him turning, nails digging into the stone as they produce and eerie echo within the stone walls. Orange eyes searching the dark for the female. A step and then another. His movements unsure and confused. As finally he spots her, nestled against the stone wall as if in some way she could meld with it. Fragile and delicate, her scent matching the sight before him. As orange eyes linger over her form. Before he would have jumped at the chance to strike her, leaving her blood to paint the stones. But that is no longer him, the need to harm buried so deep as the compassion overwhelms him pushing him like a rough hand upon his backside as he steps closer. Head lowered, ears lain back in an almost gentle manner. The sway of his tail revealing his friendly intentions.
He does not swarm her space, but merely holds at the edge. As he clears his throat, eyes shifting uneasily in the dark for even though he feels compelled to aid her he still cannot do so without the shy feelings settling in. Even back then he had not been well versed in the art of females. They were a means to unleash his wrath and now, now they are just like aliens to him. He isn't sure how to cope with them. Should he touch her? Walk away? He clears his throat as scarred face turns down further, eyes seeking the rocks below the marbled tan of his feet as gruff words break the silence.
"I won't hurt you.." He whispers, trying his best to hide the scarred sight of his face, wondering if that was what was frightening the female.
"Umm.. A-are you alright?.."
He hopes he is not making a blunder of himself like he had done with that silver lady at the rivers side, his tongue had been rather off target and blurted things he had not intended to say. So while it still was cooperating he would be pleased with that and wait for her now. Shifting in place uneasily as every once and and awhile he looks to her in the dark.
Jericho
All of the laws I've broken,
loves that I've sacrificed