Whatever standoff that could have existed perishes beneath the weight of their own respective self-assurance. There is a kinship in their dissecting gazes, canine and man, equal hunter souls that resonate in the not-silence of the woodlands. When he shifts, the settling of cloth around his frame is the inviting percussion of skin and garment.
Cera awaits a reaction from the man, who stands in his monolithic frame from where he had been crouched, seamless and graceful for a man of his size. Cera, solid and sure in his skin no matter the realm or reflection he takes, is undaunted by the differences between their frames. The bigger they were, the harder they fell. Not that he'd like to attempt that in particular right now, all things considered.
His confusion is apparent in his deep, grizzled voice. Cera lilts a small, crooked smile his way, amused by this exchange and their parallel behavior. A single defined shoulder shrugs, trying to express with his body the lack of machinations, intentions, harmful thoughts that the man may suspect from him.
"The hide or antlers, if you're willing to part with them. I've no home yet, it would be great for my den with winter approaching." Determining the safety of the man to be above a certain arbitrary level, he moves forward on quiet feet towards the looming warrior. "Taking down a sizable enough buck for a worthy pelt is a feat a lone wolf can't accomplish." He shakes out his limbs as he speaks, limbering up, stretching his human skin and shivering in the slight breeze without his fur. Kind verdant eyes sweep up Deimos' frame, settling on his eyes.
"Would you prefer I chase it to you or would you rather I lead you on the freshest path with my nose?" Giving the man options seemed the kindest course after imposing on his hunt, and Cera certainly didn't know his level of skill with the bow in his hand, whether he could fell a running deer or not. Not wanting to waste daylight, he doesn't think to offer his name or pleasantries just yet, assuming it could wait after their hunt was successful.
Cera awaits a reaction from the man, who stands in his monolithic frame from where he had been crouched, seamless and graceful for a man of his size. Cera, solid and sure in his skin no matter the realm or reflection he takes, is undaunted by the differences between their frames. The bigger they were, the harder they fell. Not that he'd like to attempt that in particular right now, all things considered.
His confusion is apparent in his deep, grizzled voice. Cera lilts a small, crooked smile his way, amused by this exchange and their parallel behavior. A single defined shoulder shrugs, trying to express with his body the lack of machinations, intentions, harmful thoughts that the man may suspect from him.
"The hide or antlers, if you're willing to part with them. I've no home yet, it would be great for my den with winter approaching." Determining the safety of the man to be above a certain arbitrary level, he moves forward on quiet feet towards the looming warrior. "Taking down a sizable enough buck for a worthy pelt is a feat a lone wolf can't accomplish." He shakes out his limbs as he speaks, limbering up, stretching his human skin and shivering in the slight breeze without his fur. Kind verdant eyes sweep up Deimos' frame, settling on his eyes.
"Would you prefer I chase it to you or would you rather I lead you on the freshest path with my nose?" Giving the man options seemed the kindest course after imposing on his hunt, and Cera certainly didn't know his level of skill with the bow in his hand, whether he could fell a running deer or not. Not wanting to waste daylight, he doesn't think to offer his name or pleasantries just yet, assuming it could wait after their hunt was successful.
Cera
The worst in me could bring out the best in you
