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Posted on February 18, 2013 at 02:03:46 PM by T E S S E R A C T
 It seemed she would not flee nor stray away like some scared fawn; instead, she heeded his motion and dropped, too, to the stone below. She seemed more difficult to please with mild conversation than others - a mere lazy nod was offered to him but that was about it. Others seemed to practically thrive off small talk - names, pleasantries and flattery. To meet somebody who was not so bemused by it? A challenge to say the least. He narrowed his eyes slightly as she settled in a similar fashion; he tried desperately to analyse her once more, to find some subtle hint lingering in her eyes. If Vague had taught him one other lesson besides the tedious tracking he'd been raised to perform, it was that the truth of one's thoughts and actions lay in their eyes. She spoke and he continued to search them, ensuring he looked away from time to time in an attempt to avoid any kind of suspicion. Was he surprised when he came to the conclusion he did? That she was telling the truth and did not even inwardly light up like the sun when offered a chance to chit chat away? Honestly, he was. Whether or not her past was truly forgotten or merely ignored, he could not tell but he could tell he had found himself in quite a predicament. He wasn't used to wolves with minds. He was used to mindless creatures or those whose minds had long since rotten and become strange. Jaidah, for example, had an exceptional mind - it had, however, become a twisted thing of word play and trickery. Intelligence without insanity was not something he was too used to. Congratulations, Aelora, you gained his utmost attention. His sincerest attention and not the mask he wore for the others. Good job - he could at least return her smile with his own, broad and briefly toothy before he spoke. "Aelora? A name unheard of in these lands." A simple statement though a brow raising up expectantly - a subtle question of her origin. He even paused for some moments, his words on the tip of his tongue before he continued. "Tesseract is the name I was given; the son of a Queen and her Servant. Though such a title may change depending on those you ask; Son of a Demon, Son of a Traitor or Son of a Deserter. They can be quite clever when it comes to petty name calling." He shrugged, brushing the words aside; she could press the question further and he would not complain. After all, he had learnt to be at least honest with others when it came to his parentage - what did he have to hide? They did not find him with blood on his muzzle nor his paws; he was an innocent bystander to a Queen who could not control her madness. Perhaps that would scare the girl off, huh? Time would tell and again he flashed her an almost sly grin, half tooth and half amusement. Blood meant a lot to some - so much, in fact, that they ignored one's nature for the sake of their parentage. The Angels were all considered good and pure even despite their own pairing with Tobias, the most notorious cannibal of Moladion. In that instance, Tesseract and his siblings were considered Demons in their own right solely because both Ruvindra and Nero had begun to lose their minds. Where was the fairness in that? "But do not fear for I claim none of those names. I am simply Tesseract of Iromar; a survivor of the fallen star that I'm sure you've heard so much about, no?" |
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