a portrait of a tortured you and i;
The heavy exhale of breathe that escapes his lips at the change of scent that seems to wallow in his lungs, no longer did he smell the fresh wilderness of Spirane but the salty keeps of Glorall. It was not everyday he found himself anywhere else but the mountains, content within his home along side of his silver queen. But not today, today there is another sharing his mind. Viora, the exotic female he had met what seems like so long ago within the valley. He remember her harsh words, her intent on revenge. It was familiar feelings he had felt long ago, to think she too had lost a mother at the hands of a demon was a bond despite the gruesome connection. After searching the valley finding no tract of the one she sought they had parted ways but that had not meant he had forgotten about his friend. At the news of Asteraia's and Glorall's change in ranks he had waited, unsure if just which one she had called home, until he remembered the slight salty scent underneath her own scent. It is now he moves with a determination, a promise he had once made to her. He would be there for her, no matter what was required. So with a brief hesitation at the borders, knowing full well he had no harmful intent within he is quick to slip along the edges, swarmed by the scent of the new male that had overtaken it. Watchful orange eyes, alert and glancing for any movement. Ears perked, flickering at every sound as the heavy salted air seems to burn with each breath he makes. The sudden pang at the absence of the mountains growing in the light of this pack, hoping it would not take long to find her so he could return to the fresh air of the peaks.
Momentarily does he pause, scenting the air as he tries to find her single scent that was surrounded by so many and tainted by the ocean air. Yet it is not his nose that finds her but his ears, the elevated tones of her voice do not cause alarm just yet and so in that brief moment he smiles at hearing snappy tones much like what he had remembered when he had first met her, perhaps she was voicing her distaste to another. But it is the male voice that follows that has his smile falling, a low rumble escaping his lips, as a slow burn begins within. It had been a long time since he had felt that desire, a desire he tried so hard to soothe yet in light of his friends angered words he cannot stop the slight charge of protectiveness. Silently does he move, orange eyes burning slightly at the voices he hears growing louder in each step. Until before him is the exotic sight of Viora, nothing had changed despite the lapse of time but he cannot enjoy this moment fully for he is quick to glance at the male. He knows not of what they seemed to be arguing over but it still did not settle well with him. If they had yet to notice his arrival perhaps it would be the low lumbering growl that echoes from his chest, it's intent is a warning. As he steps lightly closer to the warmth of Viora, pausing only when he is easily accessible to contact if such a thing is needed. Unsure still yet of the situation but his side chosen without needed thought. The bristle of his hackles is slightly raised at the tension, his body reacting without meaning. As he quickly glances to Viora, an easy smile on his lips despite it all. "I can assume he is not someone you like?.." It is a slight tease yet still serious enough. For he is no longer the stuttering blurting mess she had first met, his emotions balancing out over time; though on rare occasions he would resort back to such. "I must say, I have missed that sharp tongue Viora." It is whispered to her, meant only for her ears. For it is the first thing she had given him when they had meant, was a lash of that sharp tongue. As he grins teasingly before letting it fall as he glances at the male.
It is now that he truly looks at him does he see the resemblance between the two, a sibling? a cousin? He is not sure but regardless he knows that his friend did not care for this one. It is then he remembers the tale of a brother, and for a moment her aggression seems explainable. Yet until he knows more he does nothing more than make his side known. As orange eyes linger on the male, not necessarily threatening just observant. His deep voice escapes though it's direction is meant for the one at his side. "I have heard of the recent change in ranks, I came as soon as I heard with an offer of sorts.." He pauses, looking away from the male back to his friend who seemed fairly unhappy in this moment. "..If things are not well here perhaps you would like the mountains? I have been living there sometime and maybe a change would be best?..." It is the first hesitation in his words as of yet, he had never offered another a home before, but his new found rank now allowed him that. Though he had never even thought of bringing someone to Daenerys' peaks. He would not be affronted should she reject him, though to imagine his friend living within home was an appealing sight. As he soon falls silent, waiting patiently to see just how his entrance was taken and his offer. Wondering if Daenerys would be pleased with him, for he could not imagine ever disappointing his queen..
Jericho. eight - no heart - no soul - spirane |