a thousand times I tempted fate;
As he walks, his gait affected slightly at the limp he cannot help but replay that smile that she had given him. He could have swore his cheeks had melted due from the heat. For he knew know that his itch had not gone unnoticed. It is almost laughable at what he has turned into now. The once great seeker of flesh and blood now too shy to almost function around the company of another. This is what he was beneath the madness, an unsure boy still trying to find his way. But despite that fact, if need be he would turn to that darkness and invoke the pure anger that lived within. He may appear weak and feeble, as if he is afraid of everyone and everything. This is because he is, this world is so new to him. So free from the one he left, but do not mistake his short comings as an easy target for he will always be that machine even if he does not want it. At the first light of the moon from the cave he hears the telling sign that she was indeed following him, as his own lips attempt to smile at the fact yet never truly making it.
Then there is a light bulb effect, a kind of "I just now got what you said" moment. As he stops abruptly, unsure of how close she is behind as his voice is thick with emotions as he wretches out words. "Y-you like my n-name?.." He swallows roughly, unsure how to accept those words. He does not look at her, knowing well it will show in the way his eyes shocked and so utterly confused by this. Brows pulled together, but why? Like he thought before, here his name is just a name. But this is the first time ever someone has spoken something good of it and he cant seem to swallow that at the moment. He tries to clear his throat, hoping to rid the thick layer that hinders his already willful tongue.
He seems frozen in this moment unsure what to do now, kindness was not something he is use too though he himself tries to do just that. The sound of her words so close to him, seems to ease the tension he holds so close. Her almost carefree questions distracting him from his thoughts as he peeks at her from the side. A minuscule smile on his lips as he speaks. "There are plenty of things that come at night.." He pauses, Imean.. umm raccoon's and possums are normally out now.." He corrects his almost ominous words from before, brows pulled together as nose lifts up to scent the air at the mouth. As feet finally come unglued as he pulls himself out into the light of the moon, revealing himself fully as he looks back to her, scarred face and all. "A raccoon will do nicely." He nods to himself as if the words were meant for him. He remember coming across a berry bush not far, surely that would attract the masked bandits for the sweet scent of them could probably be smelled from afar and there tracks had been solid upon the soil. He hopes he is not wrong, for he does not wish to prolong the angry tummy that seems attached to Fjall.
Orange eyes seek the surroundings as he looks for the trail that brought him here, steering her off to the left where he had seen the bush upon his arrival. He slows to an almost agonizing pace, nose constantly making work of the scents around him as he peeks at her yet again with good news on his lips. "There are a few up ahead.." He pauses, slightly lowering his body as his nails work the soil beneath him. A fire building in his stomach, a fierce need to catch one for the female he had found. Adrenaline begins to course through his veins at the thought of bleeding one of the critters; though it would not be for sport but for food. Ears are alert as watches in the distance, their chattering as the purge the berries from the bush as he dares not take his eyes from them his voice whispers to her. "I will catch one for you." There is a shy tone to his words but he is so focused on the prey he doesn't notice, waiting for them to bury their heads again so he can attack.
Jericho. six - no mate - no imprint - nowhere |