04-14-2021, 04:53 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 7.5pt; max-width: 440px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]The path a soldier traversed often walked by death as well as it trailed at heel, a companion found in unorthodox places. Rather fitting was it they seemed entwined in similar manner, though protest would arise unbidden should such title be pressed against his world weary shoulders once more and to think of Aesior in such manner felt wrong. Possibly the origin of that thought, and the subsequent rejection quick to rise soon after, an understanding that indeed did the grim embody death. Vessels they both if different, a matched pair expanded to fit another, unique each.
Had he been surprised by an approach unobserved, the close follow one accustomed, the beat of others walking in formation, time kept by the beat of their hearts, aside brushed without worry, it did not show on lax features. Rather, one would find it in feathered length that picked up a brief but quick tempoed sway, the strands fanning out, spine similar ruffled as the hairs stood on end. Recognition soothed sparked nerves, annoyance light as it rose, curled lips down though turned face to not allow either to witness it. Once more smoothed out he turned his gaze to Aesior, a brow lifted, a question there as witness the growth along body.
Accustomed had he grown to the manner flora flourished across his frame, language his own in it, unknown these. Enough hints derived from his body language to impart some of the confusion they shared. It seemed he, too, bore questions beyond the basic lines expected, necessary before broached anything further. Maybe caught that smell, the sweetness cloying that gave way to a clinging stink, fermented decay and sickness whisked away by the perpetual breeze. The time for questions would come later, now his attention refocused.
A poor match the voice, tone light and touched with something he could not quite identify, the little that remained of his ears pulled forth, head tilting in an uncharacteristic show of confusion. The body language also poorly fit, a creature of such stature should bear no ounce of anything akin to worry in the presence of those so much smaller, domestics both those who regarded Deucalion. Tense smile rose to his lips, never reached eyes hard, lavender depths probing as they roves over stranger. "I apologise for being so… forward. We must be careful when new faces visit our land." No emotion was present in softly offered words, their completion paired with the shift of his gaze.
Never had Vincent been overly capable with his words, actions always preferred for he may perform without thought, memory in muscles that had lived too long. Movement the cause of change, the words dark against white background, his nerves quelled as it became clear Aesior had a handle on things. Simple and precise the words used, explanation that passed all that made clear the details Vincent had skirted over, the sharing of such something he was unsure had been allowed. Apparently it was, or it may have been this case was a special one, the explanation of being lost not one he had heard prior.
"Deucalion…" Deliberately slow his pronunciation, the name tested upon his tongue. Strange it, bore a quality that seemed almost old fashioned and yet rather new as well, an odd combination though it felt fitting for the one who bore it. Slowly did chin fall, a brief nod, a hum bypassing his pursed lips. "That should be alright so long as you can pull your weight," on did he continue in a louder volume, his addressal direct now. "I am Vincent." After thought seemed the lacklustre introduction he offered, any further words put off as another joined them.
Familiar the face, as always it seemed too curious, or maybe simply too open and rambunctious, as many children are prone to being, the rabbit. Momentary the existence of a desire to shield Fraggle, though he may not hide him in whole better than not, pushed down rather quickly. Deucalion had proven to be amicable, if timid, the notion one that seemed preposterous. Of course, to be too careful may invite danger, a mere act this demeanour, though Vincent felt it was not and thus forced himself to calm down. On did Fraggle talk without a supposed care, a particular line catching his attention.
Never had the possibility that injury would be present on the stranger, not even crossing the threshold of his mind that Deucalion may even be the cause of the rotten smell, something he had thought to investigate later when the newcomer had been settled in. His vision once more turned to regard the big cat, curiosity evident there as awaited a response.
Had he been surprised by an approach unobserved, the close follow one accustomed, the beat of others walking in formation, time kept by the beat of their hearts, aside brushed without worry, it did not show on lax features. Rather, one would find it in feathered length that picked up a brief but quick tempoed sway, the strands fanning out, spine similar ruffled as the hairs stood on end. Recognition soothed sparked nerves, annoyance light as it rose, curled lips down though turned face to not allow either to witness it. Once more smoothed out he turned his gaze to Aesior, a brow lifted, a question there as witness the growth along body.
Accustomed had he grown to the manner flora flourished across his frame, language his own in it, unknown these. Enough hints derived from his body language to impart some of the confusion they shared. It seemed he, too, bore questions beyond the basic lines expected, necessary before broached anything further. Maybe caught that smell, the sweetness cloying that gave way to a clinging stink, fermented decay and sickness whisked away by the perpetual breeze. The time for questions would come later, now his attention refocused.
A poor match the voice, tone light and touched with something he could not quite identify, the little that remained of his ears pulled forth, head tilting in an uncharacteristic show of confusion. The body language also poorly fit, a creature of such stature should bear no ounce of anything akin to worry in the presence of those so much smaller, domestics both those who regarded Deucalion. Tense smile rose to his lips, never reached eyes hard, lavender depths probing as they roves over stranger. "I apologise for being so… forward. We must be careful when new faces visit our land." No emotion was present in softly offered words, their completion paired with the shift of his gaze.
Never had Vincent been overly capable with his words, actions always preferred for he may perform without thought, memory in muscles that had lived too long. Movement the cause of change, the words dark against white background, his nerves quelled as it became clear Aesior had a handle on things. Simple and precise the words used, explanation that passed all that made clear the details Vincent had skirted over, the sharing of such something he was unsure had been allowed. Apparently it was, or it may have been this case was a special one, the explanation of being lost not one he had heard prior.
"Deucalion…" Deliberately slow his pronunciation, the name tested upon his tongue. Strange it, bore a quality that seemed almost old fashioned and yet rather new as well, an odd combination though it felt fitting for the one who bore it. Slowly did chin fall, a brief nod, a hum bypassing his pursed lips. "That should be alright so long as you can pull your weight," on did he continue in a louder volume, his addressal direct now. "I am Vincent." After thought seemed the lacklustre introduction he offered, any further words put off as another joined them.
Familiar the face, as always it seemed too curious, or maybe simply too open and rambunctious, as many children are prone to being, the rabbit. Momentary the existence of a desire to shield Fraggle, though he may not hide him in whole better than not, pushed down rather quickly. Deucalion had proven to be amicable, if timid, the notion one that seemed preposterous. Of course, to be too careful may invite danger, a mere act this demeanour, though Vincent felt it was not and thus forced himself to calm down. On did Fraggle talk without a supposed care, a particular line catching his attention.
Never had the possibility that injury would be present on the stranger, not even crossing the threshold of his mind that Deucalion may even be the cause of the rotten smell, something he had thought to investigate later when the newcomer had been settled in. His vision once more turned to regard the big cat, curiosity evident there as awaited a response.