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The steady sound of their inhales and exhales drown out the silence as it echoes over the stone walls. Providing noise against the tension that seems to cloud between the two. His timid to her fear. As the emotions seem to collide and swarm each other. Unsure what to do with one another. For him it is awkward, surely she cowers before him because of the image he presents. In a way she should be afraid, his past would more than likely send her screaming. Yet she doesn't know this, to her he is just a stranger with scars, unknowing how they were obtained and the once pride he had worn them with before. He is almost thankful of the dark, for the light would have revealed what she couldn't see. Though his face holds the worst, scattered over his body are more. A crafted work of battles designed along his flesh. A representation of the machine he used to be.
At the start of a sweet voice, does he openly peek at the female. The gold of her eyes like a beacon in the dark. As the innocent tones states her predicament. Lost. So was he. Perhaps not in the same manner but lost never the same, still finding himself out here in this new world. He watches as her head drops to her paws. Should he comfort her? Pat her on the back and tell her he'll help her? Before he can question further the loud rumble causes him to jump slightly, eyes wide as they look down at her with hidden mirth and embarrassment at the way he had reacted at the sound. Swallowing loudly as he tries to play it off as an itch. She asks where they are, he looks around now. The stone almost blocking them in as he looks back the way he came, a slight shrug in his shoulders as he looks back.
"I'm not sure, I haven't been here before.." He pauses, a warmth in his cheeks as he seems to rock upon the sole of his paws.
"I was looking for someone.." He pauses, unsure if Fjallraven had even heard of his sister, Everlyse did not seem the type to keep company.
"I can umm help you, if you want?.."
He isn't sure to what he is offering in his question, to feed her? to guide her? He isn't well known in the acts of caring for another and she probably knows more of the lands than he does. He just knows he can't leave her here. Once again looking at her from the corner of his eye, he hears her name like a whisper in the cave as his own replies.
"I'm Jericho." For a moment he waits for the pure fear his name carried and the cries that followed. But the sweet silence reminds him, that here his name is just a name. Ears perk up slightly, marbled muzzle reaching out, as if he is unsure; brows furrowing slightly. Before he pulls backs and starts to turn around, eyes seek her out as voice trails the dark.
"I can help outside." He goes to step and pauses, now that didn't sound quite right.
"I m-mean, I can help with your hunger... umm out there?.." His tongue seems to sputter like the legs of a newborn trying to find footing. As his cheeks warm, no longer attempting to speak hoping she had caught on to what he meant.
"Right then.."
He moves away from her, heading towards the mouth of the cave. His gait slightly altered by the limp of his leg from the excessive use. If she stayed back or followed it did not matter, he was determined to maybe at least feed her or if luck would have it, find someone close by who could tell him where exactly they were. He could do this, this is what would make Orra so proud. This could be the start of his redemption. Couldn't it?
Jericho
All of the laws I've broken,
loves that I've sacrificed