11-17-2016, 02:07 PM
She was afraid, or was she nervous? He couldn't quite tell. Fear and anxiety were all quite the same in his mind, they both toil with the mind driving it to the edge of insanity. Partners in crime, in driving one off the edge. Yet he wasn't necessarily trying to scare her, she wouldn't be his victim today. He had already made himself known, and where is the fun in that? If your prey can't see you coming theirs no point in making the kill.
His crimson gaze remains upon her, and he could sense her lack of comfort. Her wandering eyes, her timid demeanor. But when she speaks up, allowing her eyes to meet his that genuine smile of his widens. Her words are jumbled, and confused, You've a nice color. followed by an answer, Pangea. Its Pangea. That's Ck-cuh.
She motions towards the leader figure that was leaving them. It was such a pity, that a king could quit so easily on his own people. Such a pity indeed. Strangely it gave him a reminder of his father, the pitiful man was pathetic with the lines of a chamberling general that long passed and of a Gates queen his father could of easily stepped in to steal a Heavens throne, for he was of Fiasko's blood and had rightful claim. But the man was pathetic, he set his priorities low keeping Gryffens herd land. While his father could of easily stolen the throne of Zeik, Or Wrym, or perhaps even the old battle axe himself, Mast. But that was his father, and this was him, Pangea would be his playground eventaully he just needed the time to create comrades.
With a crooked grin, Waylan meets the gaze of another speaking of this pathetic man as their god. "A god doesn't abandon his children." Waylan growled silently allowing his grandfathers innate wolf like instincts to appear. "It's quite ungodly to leave, when all has started anew." He snaps at the foolish girl who joined them, as his crimson eyes inspect her frame.
He's aggressive, and particularly pissed about his slumber. He must of missed the whole god damn reset of Beqanna, well fuck he was looking forward to that. Possibly gather together his comrades to create his own land of mass murders but alas the likelihood have having anyone join his crew were pretty short numbered. With an angered sigh the man speaks up, "Best to make comrades before all hell breaks lose." He turns tail and leaves the small group, he would rather be at the top of the hierarchy than lower so he was off.
His crimson gaze remains upon her, and he could sense her lack of comfort. Her wandering eyes, her timid demeanor. But when she speaks up, allowing her eyes to meet his that genuine smile of his widens. Her words are jumbled, and confused, You've a nice color. followed by an answer, Pangea. Its Pangea. That's Ck-cuh.
She motions towards the leader figure that was leaving them. It was such a pity, that a king could quit so easily on his own people. Such a pity indeed. Strangely it gave him a reminder of his father, the pitiful man was pathetic with the lines of a chamberling general that long passed and of a Gates queen his father could of easily stepped in to steal a Heavens throne, for he was of Fiasko's blood and had rightful claim. But the man was pathetic, he set his priorities low keeping Gryffens herd land. While his father could of easily stolen the throne of Zeik, Or Wrym, or perhaps even the old battle axe himself, Mast. But that was his father, and this was him, Pangea would be his playground eventaully he just needed the time to create comrades.
With a crooked grin, Waylan meets the gaze of another speaking of this pathetic man as their god. "A god doesn't abandon his children." Waylan growled silently allowing his grandfathers innate wolf like instincts to appear. "It's quite ungodly to leave, when all has started anew." He snaps at the foolish girl who joined them, as his crimson eyes inspect her frame.
He's aggressive, and particularly pissed about his slumber. He must of missed the whole god damn reset of Beqanna, well fuck he was looking forward to that. Possibly gather together his comrades to create his own land of mass murders but alas the likelihood have having anyone join his crew were pretty short numbered. With an angered sigh the man speaks up, "Best to make comrades before all hell breaks lose." He turns tail and leaves the small group, he would rather be at the top of the hierarchy than lower so he was off.
WAYLAN
-NORMAL PEOPLE SCARE ME-
Pretty much he's angry about life and wants to be in the top so he's going to make friends and left the meeting XD