Flowing Like A River;; Roseblood Leader Visit.

[elijah]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]The only real 'battle' he has been a part of was the takeover on The Pitt, and yet there had been no real challenge. There was no one to properly defend the territory and the raid was short-lived. But it wasn't to say that Elijah was free of bad experiences. War wasn't the only thing that hardened the soul. Death, violence, kidnappings. A child his age didn't need to understand the terrors and yet he did. He had felt them all that it warped his originally trusting interior to that of a suspicious and paranoid perspective. He was afraid of those outside the circle of his rats, unable to hear or read their thoughts let alone control them. Being his own kind of strategist, it sometimes made him think the worse of people simply because of all those thoughts that said 'if I were the enemy, I would do that'. No one played fair. He understood the emotional complexity behind his own thoughts, his hesitations where it meant he would have to swallow his attachments and allow the possibility of letting his rats be slaughtered. They existed to protect him but it meant nothing to Elijah if it meant he couldn't protect them in return.

He flinches at the roar of a dragon, eyes slowly lifting towards the descending figure of white. He says nothing at first. The silence of his exterior does not compromise the mutual feelings shared between Elijah and his rodents. They need no words to understand that Elijah's purpose was to evaluate the stranger and their reason for visiting, the male moving towards the female. Rosebloods. He doesn't know much about the Rosebloods other than the fact that they had once been allies but dropped to enemies. Whatever they had done must have angered the previous Captain. "Salve," the boy begins, straightening his posture as he reaches speaking distance, "What's your reason for being here?"