we're not dead yet // ex-pitt joiners

[rhosmari]

FIRE AND "BRYMSTONE"

The King found himself staring, half listening and half understanding for what happened before him was intriguing to him. Watching someone else take on the visage of what he looked like was interesting. Almost captivating as he had never seen another soul that looked like him but here and now he stared. Well, he always stared as he had no eyelids with which to blink with but he was looking at them with a sharp intensity, head tilting to the side. "Is this how I appear to others?" He knew his looks, had seen them within the shivering waters but never had he looked back into something that resembled himself in reality. His question was an uttering, quiet before he realized that a paw had been raised to him. Friendship perhaps? Yet his mind was rocking with thoughts harsh things that rattled his skull. Lifting his metal clad claws he bumped his paw against theirs with ease as he kept his emotional turmoil to himself. "Welcome. We are glad to have the both of you."

Just like that he wanted to go. He wanted to get away and think. Unblinking eyes looked to the dragon companion then. Her name resting on his tongue for a moment but he did not utter it. They both wanted a leader who was no fool and he hoped to be that King for them. If not he would not see fault in their departure. Dylluan was next to arrive and he allowed a chuckle to leave him. To keep his composure. "True you will have to put in the work. Ah. I suppose I shall show you both where the Ironfolk are housed. The Ore Mountains are not far from here."

AND I'M BACK TO MY WAYS, CAUSE I'M HEARTLESS
SEVEN YEARS I BEEN SWIMMING WITH THE SHARKS NOW

Reggan