01-07-2019, 12:21 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Ambroise breathed carefully, stiffly; he couldn't see the burns the chain had left in his shoulders, but he was certain they would be similar to the boy's. He wasn't close to the fire as long, but the force he had needed had...grilled his skin, more or less; he just couldn't tend to them right now, not when the child was in worse condition. He was back on his feet quickly, though, and the scars he'd seen, the state of that chain in his neck- all of it had Ambroise convinced that however he got here, it was not unlike what he'd dealt with himself. He knew the signs of a life spent licking your own blood off the pavement for a bit of nourishment, and it was a bit like whiplash, having to face it somewhere that wasn't his reflection. He knew, at least, that this was a fighter.
He knew that when the pain came to make way for healing, the boy would make it. He had the look of someone who didn't entertain any other option, or couldn't afford any other outcome. Someone who endured for a lack of freedom.
Kid could probably recognize similar things in the gouges of Ambroise's face, which meant he would be both wary and comfortable. Around the kid who showed up, however- he couldn't say the same would happen. Hazel eyes flat, he made no move to follow a flimsy order, knowing full well what they were about to face. Or rather, what was about to be thrown in their face. A snap of teeth, in this case, and here he finally shifted closer, using a paw to attempt to move Kris out of the way. "A bit of advice: you mightn't should push into someone's space when they've been tied up to a burning tree." The boy wasn't some whimpering waif to be soothed and comforted- any sight of silk gloves would be offensive, wrong. Silk could still scrape.
He was in chains. Steel was best at first. It was familiar.
Breathing through the coiling of his burned skin, his gaze became firm, iron-edged. "You got two options, ravert: you let me look at your burns, or I tie you up and look at them anyway."
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He knew that when the pain came to make way for healing, the boy would make it. He had the look of someone who didn't entertain any other option, or couldn't afford any other outcome. Someone who endured for a lack of freedom.
Kid could probably recognize similar things in the gouges of Ambroise's face, which meant he would be both wary and comfortable. Around the kid who showed up, however- he couldn't say the same would happen. Hazel eyes flat, he made no move to follow a flimsy order, knowing full well what they were about to face. Or rather, what was about to be thrown in their face. A snap of teeth, in this case, and here he finally shifted closer, using a paw to attempt to move Kris out of the way. "A bit of advice: you mightn't should push into someone's space when they've been tied up to a burning tree." The boy wasn't some whimpering waif to be soothed and comforted- any sight of silk gloves would be offensive, wrong. Silk could still scrape.
He was in chains. Steel was best at first. It was familiar.
Breathing through the coiling of his burned skin, his gaze became firm, iron-edged. "You got two options, ravert: you let me look at your burns, or I tie you up and look at them anyway."
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mall-caps; line-height:1.1;"]there is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk — it's daylight until it is night; and there is no such thing as a dying man — we are alive 'til the moment we are dead
mall-caps; line-height:1.1;"]there is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk — it's daylight until it is night; and there is no such thing as a dying man — we are alive 'til the moment we are dead