stray from the fight
Cera Novik
Metalsmith / Medic

Age: 29 | Height: 5'5 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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It's almost amusing how the reply seems to steal away the man's life force as it comes from his mouth in terse waves. Cera has to bite down on his lip to keep from giggling, the shadow of discomfort - scarcely seen, barely a flicker beneath the controlled veneer the man holds rigorously in place - still enough to bolster his own amusement. The welcoming tone of his voice was appreciated nonetheless, and was awarded a warm smile in return. Kindness was the currency of Cera's life, and he always repaid in surplus. Though he was curious enough to give a fox its run, he hadn't anticipated it being directed at him. The stalwart soldier didn't seem the type to care nor inquire.

"Helovia," he states simply, unsure whether the man would even recognize the word or merely stare at him in blank-eyed confusion. "I was dropped here from some sort of...portal. This world is very different from my own, and if you're correct about the approaching darkness, then I have even less time to learn than anticipated." It's said with sardonic bitterness, a wry smile twisting his lips even as he calls on his other form. Whatever other questions thean has, it can wait until after the hunt. The skinning alone, needing a precise hand and patient soul, would give plenty of time for conversation.

At least the minimum is done by the time he shifts back into his human form, still spellbound by the display of magic. "You've clearly expanded upon it quite a lot," he laughs, though Cera is undoubtedly appreciative of the aid the cart will supply. He may have been able to lug around a carcass of this size in his Helovian form, but he hadn't been blessed with such weight bearing resilience in this one. A shame, he thinks while gazing enviously at the stranger's broad shoulders and thick chest. Though Cera has to admit, being able to soak in such eyecandy wasn't too bad either. Definitely worth the lack of bulk in his own body.

Shaking away such sordid thoughts with a flush on his cheeks that can't be explained away by the chill, Cera instead moves forward towards the cart. Deimos heaves it up and gods he just got rid of those thoughts, now he had to walk behind him while that little show was put on? Cera scoffs to himself internally, patiently placing his hands upon the cooling fur, and making sure it stays properly in place as they begin to make their way out of the thicket.
Cera
The worst in me could bring out the best in you


Messages In This Thread
stray from the fight - by Deimos - 07-28-2019, 10:25 PM
RE: stray from the fight - by Cera - 08-09-2019, 02:16 AM
RE: stray from the fight - by Deimos - 08-10-2019, 12:05 AM
RE: stray from the fight - by Cera - 08-20-2019, 04:08 AM
RE: stray from the fight - by Deimos - 08-20-2019, 09:41 PM
RE: stray from the fight - by Cera - 08-22-2019, 09:34 AM
RE: stray from the fight - by Deimos - 08-22-2019, 10:43 PM
RE: stray from the fight - by Cera - 08-23-2019, 02:26 AM
RE: stray from the fight - by Deimos - 08-23-2019, 11:30 PM
RE: stray from the fight - by Cera - 09-01-2019, 03:48 AM
RE: stray from the fight - by Deimos - 09-01-2019, 09:10 PM
RE: stray from the fight - by Cera - 09-04-2019, 02:33 AM
RE: stray from the fight - by Deimos - 09-07-2019, 07:33 PM
RE: stray from the fight - by Cera - 09-08-2019, 08:46 AM
RE: stray from the fight - by Deimos - 09-08-2019, 06:05 PM
RE: stray from the fight - by Cera - 09-18-2019, 09:15 AM
RE: stray from the fight - by Deimos - 09-18-2019, 11:37 PM
RE: stray from the fight - by Cera - 09-20-2019, 09:26 PM
RE: stray from the fight - by Deimos - 09-21-2019, 09:55 PM

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