Callum
What's the worst that could happen
Callum bores of his game just as a voice calls out over the Attuned bond. The mercenary goes rigid, glancing up to find a hellhound staring at him from a few trees down. He curses silently to himself, having been so wrapped up in his idiotic game that he's been caught unawares. He's lucky that whoever this is doesn't seem inclined to attack him - yet.
Still, he can't speak through the Attuned bond unless he's shifted, so he quickly gets to his feet and eyes the hellhound warily. "Hello," he says back, gaze flicking towards the treetops. Mentally, he's calculating if he has time to shift if the hellhound makes a move towards him - but surely, if the other Attuned had meant him harm, they would not have called out to him? Forcing himself to relax, Callum leans casually against the trunk of the tree next to him. "Tell me," he says conversationally. "Does the mud bother you as much in that form, with the whole flaming paws thing, or do you just destroy it as you walk by?"
Still, he can't speak through the Attuned bond unless he's shifted, so he quickly gets to his feet and eyes the hellhound warily. "Hello," he says back, gaze flicking towards the treetops. Mentally, he's calculating if he has time to shift if the hellhound makes a move towards him - but surely, if the other Attuned had meant him harm, they would not have called out to him? Forcing himself to relax, Callum leans casually against the trunk of the tree next to him. "Tell me," he says conversationally. "Does the mud bother you as much in that form, with the whole flaming paws thing, or do you just destroy it as you walk by?"
When two worlds collide
