a thousand times I tempted fate;
At her words, his eyes seem to blink as if stumped. Fix it? Fix him? No one has ever wanted to fix him, just mold him - perfect him into what they wanted. "It does not hurt.." He pauses, a soft wave of his tail as he begins again. "It is more of a hindrance.." When it had occurred some of the muscles and nerves had been damaged and with prolonged use or exertion it would become numb and weak, but no pain, that would definitely disappoint the assailant who had given him such. As he shly whispers the next, "Thank you though." As he nervously looks at the ground below his feet, unsure if it was proper to thank her for caring. At her movement he looks back up, as she seems to align parallel before him. Her muzzle pushing at the soft hairs until a ragged scar is seen. For some reason the sight of that causes a fire to build in his gut a need to strike down the one who had touched her, bring them to their knees so that he may return the favor. He clears his throat, as if trying to purge the dark thoughts when ears catch her voice and he cannot help but admire the lithe female even more.
He leans in, scarred face placed directly before her scar as orange eyes look it over in detail as he pulls back and seeks her bright innocent eyes as his face seems to soften and words seem to reward. "It does, it means you are a survivor Fjall." His own scars depict that, for despite there permanence his heart still beat as did her own.
At the arrival of that carefree smile again he is almost struck dumb at the sight, the pure bliss in that gesture was something he had never experienced as her words some to belay the happiness as well as her head bobs, his eyes follow in a dizzy fashion. "We will go then.." He is not sure who this Reich was but apparently he meant something to her and that alone makes him want to help her in this, for that smile perhaps would have him dancing in the mud if she asked. See? These woman were flustering and making him all odd, he does not need their help for such; he was odd enough as it was. And that is better proven at his jump when the enthusiastic female surprised him, the laugh that follows seems to surprise them both. For him, it is the fact the musical sound does not sound as if she is mocking him for his surprise. Hers was perhaps the sound of it as he watches her jaw snap shut and head looking down, as if the sound is vulgar offense. Her laugh was far more innocent than his feeble attempt of one, for he did know the proper way to laugh. His life before had made sure of that.
It is now he waits for his last question to be answered, though he is sure he already knows the answer will disappoint him further. For what were the chances th- the sudden explosion of words from her lips startle him. As he looks at her in wide eyed shock, no longer caring how he looks as he springs up like a cat from the floor, only to return even closer. She knew her, Fjall knew of his sister, orange eyes watch her body wiggle and his own cannot be stopped as a light of bliss burns in his eyes. As she tells him that Everlyse was in her home with this Reich fellow, though he is pleased he has indeed been in the right place he cannot help but see the switch in her demeanor. As he itches to comfort her from whatever had brought this upon her.
The next words cause him to still, freeze like some statue forever immortalized in a garden. It is not the fact she was covered in blood nor the fact she had not liked Fjall it is the love part that catches him off guard, like a sucker punch to the gut. Love and Everlyse? Those didn't fit, did they? This Reich was in love with his cruel sibling?.. His brows furrow in deep confusion before he realizes FJall has wilted before him. And he cannot help what he does next.
Gently does his muzzle bump into her own, as if he tries to comfort her for it was the last words that caused her to shift he is sure. As gruff words now whisper due to how close he was. "Do not fret little warrior, my sister is cruel but only to those who seek it." He hopes it is not a lie, he does not know her well even for it to be a fact but he would bet that everlyse had seen her as competition, for it had been beat into her that female and males alike could not be trusted. "If they do... umm you can, umm share with me while I visit?" It is off his tongue before he can think twice as his heart rushes and cheeks seem to be set a flame, he isn't trying to be forward or creepy just offering a limb should the one she has break, being alone was no fun. The death of Orra had left him utterly and completely alone so he knows her fear all too well. "But i don't think, they will do that Fjall, friends don't do that right?.." He adds in a gentler tone, his question searching to see if he was in fact correct.
It is after that he steps back, no longer wanting to crowd her and still trying to understand why he had offered to share with her, he had not shared his den with another since Orra, but then again there was that question. That's what friends did right? They offered help? And she had said before that they were friends, so maybe he has no real reason to feel his scorched cheeks other than his shy nature. As his ears lay lax upon his skull as he looks and waits patiently to see the little wisp of a female come back to life, for he did not enjoy seeing her like this. He wanted her happy..
Jericho. six - no mate - no imprint - nowhere |