12-02-2018, 02:51 AM
He still felt out of place here among them. It had been a while now since he had his last kill, his last mission, and yet he still felt like the murderer he had come to recognize himself as. He had shielded himself long enough, and in a way, he was trying to atone for what he had done. He was uncomfortable here in serenity, but he was determined. He had come this far and he had no intentions of backing down now.
The day he had come to Paradise Valley was fresh in his mind, as if it was only yesterday. He was running, a fugitive for all he had done. They were looking for him, eager to punish him for his crimes. He didn't bring any of this up, not bothering to tell any of them his story. He simply told them he was a traveler. With a dry voice, throat parched for water, he let the lie slip off his tongue so easily, just like others before. He had still left himself as somewhat of a mystery to the others.
Lacking the grace of his group-mates, Locus stepped in with the heaviness of a soldier, a stern gaze scanning and calculating the surroundings. It looked like a dump, but he was no stickler for aesthetics. It would just have to do. He turned his eyes to settle on Divinity, a figure he had come to respect, not for her poweress or cunning like others, but for her dedication. She was doing the best for her people and he could admire that trait about her.
He sits to listen, ears perked forward to listen to what the leader had to say. He nods, caught between the decision of going to greet clans with Crownedprince or staying behind to help clean up. He pauses for a moment, thinking, then speaks after his decision.
"I can lead a clean-up party, ma'am." he wasn't exactly a charismatic figure, and while he would have liked to know what kinds of clans they'd go up against, he figured his skills would be best suited here. After all, if any heavy labor was needed, he was probably the best candidate.
"speech"
The day he had come to Paradise Valley was fresh in his mind, as if it was only yesterday. He was running, a fugitive for all he had done. They were looking for him, eager to punish him for his crimes. He didn't bring any of this up, not bothering to tell any of them his story. He simply told them he was a traveler. With a dry voice, throat parched for water, he let the lie slip off his tongue so easily, just like others before. He had still left himself as somewhat of a mystery to the others.
Lacking the grace of his group-mates, Locus stepped in with the heaviness of a soldier, a stern gaze scanning and calculating the surroundings. It looked like a dump, but he was no stickler for aesthetics. It would just have to do. He turned his eyes to settle on Divinity, a figure he had come to respect, not for her poweress or cunning like others, but for her dedication. She was doing the best for her people and he could admire that trait about her.
He sits to listen, ears perked forward to listen to what the leader had to say. He nods, caught between the decision of going to greet clans with Crownedprince or staying behind to help clean up. He pauses for a moment, thinking, then speaks after his decision.
"I can lead a clean-up party, ma'am." he wasn't exactly a charismatic figure, and while he would have liked to know what kinds of clans they'd go up against, he figured his skills would be best suited here. After all, if any heavy labor was needed, he was probably the best candidate.
"speech"