06-02-2024, 10:02 PM
While passing lyrics had hardly woven explicit permissions, had not fallen in an overt invitation to seek him out; there was still a silent want to check in on the ashen one. A notion which festered and refused to flee the mind after witnessing the foolishness displayed in the brief moments spent. The abandonment of weaponry, each haphazard stroke against meat when a blade had finally been retrieved, dining on hardly cooked flesh… the list went on he was certain. And while such acts had yet to bring about the pale man’s demise, surely an end approached if this was a path was continued on. Tongues clicked lightly at the thought. He had to know something to have survived this long but even still Leslie could not help but to question.
It wasn’t just Roach though, there was much about this realm that the crow had trouble understanding and the obvious barrier that stood between him and the beasts who dwelt here echoed in his ears with each rising phrase. In the confusion which laced the gazes of any he mustered enough will to speak to, or rather at when there came no understanding. Only the fleeting pieces his own mind was able to seize hold of when they spoke so quickly in unfamiliar tongues. This combined with unease only bid him to sink further into the woods, to dare not leave their embrace lest it was absolutely necessary. To seek out those known or in attempt to exchange what was hunted for pieces to arrows or to better mend a bow.
This medley of thoughts were not which stirred focus for long though as in a flash of scales the young draconian once at his side darted off into the foliage as if it had scented desirable prey. Sending a surge of panic to swiftly rise within the crow’s chest as attentions rapidly flickered. He wasn’t exactly prepared to deal with this, while the reptile was generally well behaved there were moments when they acted upon natural urges. If one was lucky Cricket would come trotting back with some rabbit or smaller game clutched within their jaws. Yet worry so easily seized hold, bid steps to chase after a seemingly set path with a quiet huff.
“Cricket, svaklar re wux gethrisjir? Jaka ui ti wer tairais ekess qe zhaanir stoda,” already the creeping sense of unease gripped at his throat. Terror of just what may lay beyond each section of brush or in the haunting structures which lurked so near in the furthest reaches of the tree line. Whoever or whatever dwelt within those buildings were not beasts he wished to meet for the last to take up residence in what appeared to be ruins were those of the very clan he hailed from. Hopefully the little dragon had not dared venture there. Though, if the snap of branches and disjointed foliage was anything to go off of the still growing creature moved toward the sounds of water.
Whatever lurked there better be worth all of this.
Perhaps it would be but from the start all one was met with was a new wave of dread. A figure not immediately recognized catching his gaze first before it shifted toward the glimmering refractions dancing from scales. Those decorating a beast the chirped and pranced before the woman as if expecting some sort of reward for ‘discovering’ her whereabouts. All Leslie knew in these moments was the urge to call them back, away from potential threat no matter the foolish trust they placed. “Itrewic svern tenpiswo Cricket. Jaseve wer usjalil loaw,” tongues clicked sharply as sights hovered upon the young draconian. One who chirped and bounded over as if it had not just given him reason to fret.
Though any annoyance he may have felt toward the beast rapidly faded the moment that decorated crown nuzzled against gloved palms. Pushing past the faulty barrier to brush over his chest all while a mix of touch and visual appraisal searched for injury. Only to find nothing amiss. They were alright, this time anyways. And yet that faint sense of relief allowed the crow’s focus to shift upon the faint familiarity of the dock sitter once more. One far from the reaches he’d first seen her at and this time held a rather noticeable absence for the very creature who’d initially pulled him to interact was gone. As was the monstrous form of the canine who once terrified - though concern lingered more toward the hydra.
For now though, he refrained from asking of them and instead focused on her, “Svabol re wux tirir shio wer idol ekik tenpiswo? Tir wux ti waph persvek wer sjach taoul mrith wer wihsirmir okraz grovisv?” The concept of a dock as foreign as these lands though such were lyrics he knew better than to hope would be understood. Metallic nails pressing lightly to leather as he fidgeted, grasped for words she might know, “Why here? You live in, in… grovisvi?” Obvious pause filled the spaces unable to remember what Roach had called places like this in that strange tongue so a word would change entirely despite how wrong it may be, “In plant? No city?”
It wasn’t just Roach though, there was much about this realm that the crow had trouble understanding and the obvious barrier that stood between him and the beasts who dwelt here echoed in his ears with each rising phrase. In the confusion which laced the gazes of any he mustered enough will to speak to, or rather at when there came no understanding. Only the fleeting pieces his own mind was able to seize hold of when they spoke so quickly in unfamiliar tongues. This combined with unease only bid him to sink further into the woods, to dare not leave their embrace lest it was absolutely necessary. To seek out those known or in attempt to exchange what was hunted for pieces to arrows or to better mend a bow.
This medley of thoughts were not which stirred focus for long though as in a flash of scales the young draconian once at his side darted off into the foliage as if it had scented desirable prey. Sending a surge of panic to swiftly rise within the crow’s chest as attentions rapidly flickered. He wasn’t exactly prepared to deal with this, while the reptile was generally well behaved there were moments when they acted upon natural urges. If one was lucky Cricket would come trotting back with some rabbit or smaller game clutched within their jaws. Yet worry so easily seized hold, bid steps to chase after a seemingly set path with a quiet huff.
“Cricket, svaklar re wux gethrisjir? Jaka ui ti wer tairais ekess qe zhaanir stoda,” already the creeping sense of unease gripped at his throat. Terror of just what may lay beyond each section of brush or in the haunting structures which lurked so near in the furthest reaches of the tree line. Whoever or whatever dwelt within those buildings were not beasts he wished to meet for the last to take up residence in what appeared to be ruins were those of the very clan he hailed from. Hopefully the little dragon had not dared venture there. Though, if the snap of branches and disjointed foliage was anything to go off of the still growing creature moved toward the sounds of water.
Whatever lurked there better be worth all of this.
Perhaps it would be but from the start all one was met with was a new wave of dread. A figure not immediately recognized catching his gaze first before it shifted toward the glimmering refractions dancing from scales. Those decorating a beast the chirped and pranced before the woman as if expecting some sort of reward for ‘discovering’ her whereabouts. All Leslie knew in these moments was the urge to call them back, away from potential threat no matter the foolish trust they placed. “Itrewic svern tenpiswo Cricket. Jaseve wer usjalil loaw,” tongues clicked sharply as sights hovered upon the young draconian. One who chirped and bounded over as if it had not just given him reason to fret.
Though any annoyance he may have felt toward the beast rapidly faded the moment that decorated crown nuzzled against gloved palms. Pushing past the faulty barrier to brush over his chest all while a mix of touch and visual appraisal searched for injury. Only to find nothing amiss. They were alright, this time anyways. And yet that faint sense of relief allowed the crow’s focus to shift upon the faint familiarity of the dock sitter once more. One far from the reaches he’d first seen her at and this time held a rather noticeable absence for the very creature who’d initially pulled him to interact was gone. As was the monstrous form of the canine who once terrified - though concern lingered more toward the hydra.
For now though, he refrained from asking of them and instead focused on her, “Svabol re wux tirir shio wer idol ekik tenpiswo? Tir wux ti waph persvek wer sjach taoul mrith wer wihsirmir okraz grovisv?” The concept of a dock as foreign as these lands though such were lyrics he knew better than to hope would be understood. Metallic nails pressing lightly to leather as he fidgeted, grasped for words she might know, “Why here? You live in, in… grovisvi?” Obvious pause filled the spaces unable to remember what Roach had called places like this in that strange tongue so a word would change entirely despite how wrong it may be, “In plant? No city?”