07-25-2020, 02:18 PM
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It had not taken long for the locals to find him. Devland had expected that, yes, but he was admittedly disappointed he could no longer study the writhing mass of snakes. Successfully resisting the urge to sigh, he silently vowed to return to this spot later. Besides, he needed to make new additions to his field guides and -
Leaving his thoughts, half-lidded eyes scanned the first arrival. An amused smirk covered his dark features as he took in the visage of Eulia. They sure were nervous. He studied the other carefully, but the intensity that colored his eyes had faded. He admired the way they tried to conceal their nerves with false confidence, but if they wanted it to be believable, they might want to practice... Perhaps Devland was being too harsh.
His smirk gently fell away, replaced by a warm grin. "Greetings," he began, dipping his head, "and my apologies. I figure I'm not entirely following protocol, hm?" He motioned to the bell. "I take it I was supposed to use that to alert everyone of my arrival?" He gave a little laugh, looking away sheepishly. "I don't see many snakes like these beauties, so I did get a little distracted." He fixed his gaze on Eulia again. "Now, to actually answer your question! My -"
His name was lost in the chaos.
Though usually so smooth and talkative, his words caught in his throat as he watched the scene unfold. The initial sharp sound and movement caused him to reflexively start, and he winced in pain as his right shoulder protested. The screamed threat of the black feline reached him, and even though he was not well-versed in the language, he knew what she was saying was bad. He watched, dumbfounded, as the feline and raccoon rushed away only to return heartbeats later.
He made a move to dodge the thieving raccoon, but the creature had already planned on missing him. His eyes followed the thief, and in the split-second it took for him to face forward, it was too late. Quite literally tumbling towards him was the cursing black blur. A surprised groan escaped him as Paola crashed into him. Slightly emaciated and extremely exhausted from his trek, he was blown over. And as luck would have it, right shoulder absorbed the fall. Excruciating pain shot down the length of his forearm, and he gasped.
"Well," he muttered through gritted teeth once the dust had cleared, "you sure know how to make an entrance." He wasn't sure what else to say. Actually, that was a lie: several unsavory phrases jumped to the forefront of his mind. However, the fire that sparked to life stomped itself out. He found himself laughing in spite of it all. There was something about the whole situation that thoroughly amused the hell out of him. Once he settled, he added, "You'll have to teach me some of those words sometime."
From where he rested, completely tangled up in Paola, he returned his attention to Eulia. "My name's Devland Taji. Call my by either, whichever's easiest. I'm here to join this little group of yours. And I guess you," half-lidded eyes moved to Paola, "can't really turn me down since we're practically bound to each other now." He tried to laugh again but winced terribly as his shoulder pain reared its ugly head. He shifted uncomfortably but made no movement to untangle himself from the black feline. He was much too tired and much too interested in how everything had unfolded to just leave.
"So, what about the both of you? Names?" His speech wavered lightly as he began to ask his last questions, but by the time he finished, his voice was as cool and steady as ever. He even offered the pair a grin.
It had not taken long for the locals to find him. Devland had expected that, yes, but he was admittedly disappointed he could no longer study the writhing mass of snakes. Successfully resisting the urge to sigh, he silently vowed to return to this spot later. Besides, he needed to make new additions to his field guides and -
Leaving his thoughts, half-lidded eyes scanned the first arrival. An amused smirk covered his dark features as he took in the visage of Eulia. They sure were nervous. He studied the other carefully, but the intensity that colored his eyes had faded. He admired the way they tried to conceal their nerves with false confidence, but if they wanted it to be believable, they might want to practice... Perhaps Devland was being too harsh.
His smirk gently fell away, replaced by a warm grin. "Greetings," he began, dipping his head, "and my apologies. I figure I'm not entirely following protocol, hm?" He motioned to the bell. "I take it I was supposed to use that to alert everyone of my arrival?" He gave a little laugh, looking away sheepishly. "I don't see many snakes like these beauties, so I did get a little distracted." He fixed his gaze on Eulia again. "Now, to actually answer your question! My -"
His name was lost in the chaos.
Though usually so smooth and talkative, his words caught in his throat as he watched the scene unfold. The initial sharp sound and movement caused him to reflexively start, and he winced in pain as his right shoulder protested. The screamed threat of the black feline reached him, and even though he was not well-versed in the language, he knew what she was saying was bad. He watched, dumbfounded, as the feline and raccoon rushed away only to return heartbeats later.
He made a move to dodge the thieving raccoon, but the creature had already planned on missing him. His eyes followed the thief, and in the split-second it took for him to face forward, it was too late. Quite literally tumbling towards him was the cursing black blur. A surprised groan escaped him as Paola crashed into him. Slightly emaciated and extremely exhausted from his trek, he was blown over. And as luck would have it, right shoulder absorbed the fall. Excruciating pain shot down the length of his forearm, and he gasped.
"Well," he muttered through gritted teeth once the dust had cleared, "you sure know how to make an entrance." He wasn't sure what else to say. Actually, that was a lie: several unsavory phrases jumped to the forefront of his mind. However, the fire that sparked to life stomped itself out. He found himself laughing in spite of it all. There was something about the whole situation that thoroughly amused the hell out of him. Once he settled, he added, "You'll have to teach me some of those words sometime."
From where he rested, completely tangled up in Paola, he returned his attention to Eulia. "My name's Devland Taji. Call my by either, whichever's easiest. I'm here to join this little group of yours. And I guess you," half-lidded eyes moved to Paola, "can't really turn me down since we're practically bound to each other now." He tried to laugh again but winced terribly as his shoulder pain reared its ugly head. He shifted uncomfortably but made no movement to untangle himself from the black feline. He was much too tired and much too interested in how everything had unfolded to just leave.
"So, what about the both of you? Names?" His speech wavered lightly as he began to ask his last questions, but by the time he finished, his voice was as cool and steady as ever. He even offered the pair a grin.
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[glow=black,200,600]all of your flaws and all of my flaws[/glow]
devland taji / the typhoon / beta / tags / penned by redamancy
[glow=black,1,100]they lie there hand in hand