08-31-2018, 06:31 AM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Within comparison to most amongst the crew Silus found his work fitting. Nothing within him screamed to raise a claw to another, feel skin tear with a malicious intent curling about his thoughts, for teeth tearing through the vein in the throat, the sight of blood he had shed one he preferred to avoid when possible. On the matter of pillaging he was possibly suited to the work, of a small stature and light of step for the little weight he carried it worked well for sneaking about without being detected, he held no interest. To take from others their valuable items may offer a short burst of adrenaline yet he was not one of a more addictive personality and so he held no want to do such for long, interest fading too quickly for him to be useful.
Working with the injured, given a chance to patch up skin ravaged by a foreign item or help to set a bone left broken, such was what interested him and offered an avenue he had begun to tentatively explore in recent days. Strange was his want to tear into bodies, to learn the function of each organ nestled in the chest cavity, pulling apart the heart to see how it all came together, but the chance to do such had yet to rise. In time Silus would pursue that avenue of his interest but for now he was settled in his training, allowing it all to lead into him becoming a true medic.
His current state offered little in way of ability in climbing, such an annoying factor of his injuries for his residence was within the trees, and so he had once more taken his room in the tavern. In such close proximity the call was rather loud and he thought better of ignoring it, deciding instead to push aside the book he had been flicking through previously. The trek to where the griffin had set himself was thankfully short, though jumping from the bed had jostled his arm and it showed in the tense set of his features, a scowl drawn across dark lips. A single dark eye flicked between the two, strangers both though one carried the Roux name as he did, brow lowering to shadow it.
“No thanks,” speaking in a soft voice Silus circled around Feliks and came to settle before him, slowly giving him a once over. Counted amongst his family, unofficially but still, was a dragon of proportions that dwarfed this odd hybrid yet it didn't dull the wonder in the dark eye, a soft hum escaping pursed lips. At the badass comment it came to end in a snort, seemingly agreeing with Linux's comment and for a time wondering at what he could do that earned such a title. “How'd ya get da scar, bird boy?” Oh the insensitivity of children, prone to questioning what interested them with no thought as to the sort of react would come, merely seeking information. And it was such with the Sage, a slight tilt to the dark head as he waited a response.
Working with the injured, given a chance to patch up skin ravaged by a foreign item or help to set a bone left broken, such was what interested him and offered an avenue he had begun to tentatively explore in recent days. Strange was his want to tear into bodies, to learn the function of each organ nestled in the chest cavity, pulling apart the heart to see how it all came together, but the chance to do such had yet to rise. In time Silus would pursue that avenue of his interest but for now he was settled in his training, allowing it all to lead into him becoming a true medic.
His current state offered little in way of ability in climbing, such an annoying factor of his injuries for his residence was within the trees, and so he had once more taken his room in the tavern. In such close proximity the call was rather loud and he thought better of ignoring it, deciding instead to push aside the book he had been flicking through previously. The trek to where the griffin had set himself was thankfully short, though jumping from the bed had jostled his arm and it showed in the tense set of his features, a scowl drawn across dark lips. A single dark eye flicked between the two, strangers both though one carried the Roux name as he did, brow lowering to shadow it.
“No thanks,” speaking in a soft voice Silus circled around Feliks and came to settle before him, slowly giving him a once over. Counted amongst his family, unofficially but still, was a dragon of proportions that dwarfed this odd hybrid yet it didn't dull the wonder in the dark eye, a soft hum escaping pursed lips. At the badass comment it came to end in a snort, seemingly agreeing with Linux's comment and for a time wondering at what he could do that earned such a title. “How'd ya get da scar, bird boy?” Oh the insensitivity of children, prone to questioning what interested them with no thought as to the sort of react would come, merely seeking information. And it was such with the Sage, a slight tilt to the dark head as he waited a response.