08-15-2019, 01:43 PM
sometimes i wonder, will god ever forgive us for what we've done to each other?
then i look around and realize, god left this place a long time ago.
In all his wandering, he has become mostly immune to the strange and fantastical.
So, beyond the faint stirring in his pulse at the sound of Wolfbane’s voice, he barely reacts at all.
His expression betrays no profound fear or trouble as he swings his head toward the sound of that voice. He blinks passively, the mouth pressed into a thin line as his eyes further adjust to the murky darkness here. The stranger cuts an impressive figure and the tone suggests that Bethlehem is not welcome here. He casts a glance over his shoulder in the direction he came, fashions up a slanted smirk as he reorients his focus with the pegasus’s face again.
“I didn’t see any signs,” he muses.
Perhaps he has misinterpreted Bethlehem’s intentions. “It’s not my intention to be an interloper,” he says before pausing to swallow his mounting irritation. Irritation at himself, primarily, for feeling any urge at all to leave the edge of the river. Irritation for allowing it to convince him that a proper home is what he needs. This less than warm reception is almost enough to send him back to where he’d come from.
“I was hoping to make my home here.” He grits his teeth then, exhales a long breath and loathes himself for what he says next, “that is, if you’ll have a lowly wayfarer.”
