12-31-2015, 05:12 PM
you say I'm crazy, but I think I'm freaking amazing.
"That's a good question," the jaguar man's voice was deep and low as it slithered through the quiet and still winter air. Like puffs of smoke his breath danced from his lips as his glowing orange jaguar spots illuminated the space around him. With a tilt of his head his intensely scarred and empty eye sockets found Rhonan and in a hazy fog he could just barely make out the boys form. It looked as though he was just whisps of shadow and smoke, not features able to be made out. Had the once king not heard his voice he wouldn't of known exactly who he was.
"Why is it going away, Rhonan?" The once jaugar king's lips pursed slightly. His sacrifice to build the wall in order to protect the valley in the coming storm had required a great sacrifice and it had done it's job. Though he had known not everyone had liked the idea, it had been at the time in the best interest of the valley. Especially because of it's numbers being so small. Stepping forward silently, he closed in on the pair before stopping and turning his head towards the new recruit, eye sockets resting in line with the others eyes and seeing his form the same way he saw Rhonans. "Hello, I'm Demian, welcome to our home."
He felt no need to divulge the fact he had been one of the two to build the wall, not yet anyway. But once he heard the question of the mark, his head turned slightly to the right, in order to show the slowly dying flame that danced within a V shape underneath his left eye. "This is the mark. The mark of the Valley." He gave the boy just a long enough time to look it over before turning back to face him. "When the wall was built, we took the mark in order to show our loyalty to the Valley. The kingdoms you could say, have a heart of their own. The god's needed proof we were loyal in order for the wall to come into place. That was part of the deal. It was also a way to ensure safe travels through the wall for those who couldn't fly over it, or use fire, or like rhonan, use the darkness to prevent themselves harm. The members were given the option to take the mark or to not. Many, like me, did."
He turned his head towards Rhonan, just for a moment before moving back to focus on the other and rolling his shoulders slightly. "Don't worry about asking too many questions. They show a healthy mind, willing to learn. Rhonan is just not that much of a conversationalist. He prefers the quiet." With a slight smirk he leaned back on his haunches, relaxing slightly. He meant Rhonan no harm. He had always liked the quiet boy who wasn't sure of where he fit in. You could easily say that like Demian, he fit in nowhere. That was, until he himself decided exactly where he would fit best within the world. "Anyway, are you here to stay?"
"Why is it going away, Rhonan?" The once jaugar king's lips pursed slightly. His sacrifice to build the wall in order to protect the valley in the coming storm had required a great sacrifice and it had done it's job. Though he had known not everyone had liked the idea, it had been at the time in the best interest of the valley. Especially because of it's numbers being so small. Stepping forward silently, he closed in on the pair before stopping and turning his head towards the new recruit, eye sockets resting in line with the others eyes and seeing his form the same way he saw Rhonans. "Hello, I'm Demian, welcome to our home."
He felt no need to divulge the fact he had been one of the two to build the wall, not yet anyway. But once he heard the question of the mark, his head turned slightly to the right, in order to show the slowly dying flame that danced within a V shape underneath his left eye. "This is the mark. The mark of the Valley." He gave the boy just a long enough time to look it over before turning back to face him. "When the wall was built, we took the mark in order to show our loyalty to the Valley. The kingdoms you could say, have a heart of their own. The god's needed proof we were loyal in order for the wall to come into place. That was part of the deal. It was also a way to ensure safe travels through the wall for those who couldn't fly over it, or use fire, or like rhonan, use the darkness to prevent themselves harm. The members were given the option to take the mark or to not. Many, like me, did."
He turned his head towards Rhonan, just for a moment before moving back to focus on the other and rolling his shoulders slightly. "Don't worry about asking too many questions. They show a healthy mind, willing to learn. Rhonan is just not that much of a conversationalist. He prefers the quiet." With a slight smirk he leaned back on his haunches, relaxing slightly. He meant Rhonan no harm. He had always liked the quiet boy who wasn't sure of where he fit in. You could easily say that like Demian, he fit in nowhere. That was, until he himself decided exactly where he would fit best within the world. "Anyway, are you here to stay?"
demian; the jaguar king