There certainly was something different about the large black wolf as it trotted into the ring of light offered by the fire. Multi-colored eyes trailed after the animal, with its collection of straps and satchels, and the stranger gripped the hilt of GodEater more firmly, with a simple flick of his wrist the ball and chain would shoot out at its target, a concussive blast emanating from it once it struck something solid.
Yet before Kaladin could decide on whether or not to attack the strange beast it shifted, a sight Kaladin had been quite familiar with at one point in his life. What was once was black fur and dripping fangs became a petite but sturdy young woman, bright blue eyes always flashing dangerously at whomever they landed upon. The man took pause, he hadn't seen this particular face in a very long time, since before the entirety of his life had come to ruin.
There was something different about the woman this time though. She had always had a dangerous aura around her, coiled up tight and ready to explode at the right moment. Still...there had also been a hint a childish mischief in her as well, she'd just as likely kill you as she would drink and sing rowdy sailor songs with you in a tavern. That personality quirk seemed to have evaporated from the woman now staring at him from across his campfire. She tossed a glass bottle between them and Kal eyed it suspiciously. Despite having gone through quite a bit with Ashe (Burning buildings and stone monstrosities to name a few) Kaladin had shared few words with the raven haired young woman. He certainly hadn't been aware that she was a shapechanger. They were acquaintances at best and he had heard rumors about her past.
"Taste is irrelevant, im trying to get shit faced not have a tea party." he said gruffly as he knelt by the bottle and picked it up. He pulled the stopper out from it and sniffed at the contents. Not sure why I bother seeing if its poisoned, could care less if I die. He thought before throwing his head back and letting the dark liquid burn its way down his throat. He drained a third of it in one swallow and then tossed it back at the young woman's feet, warmth spreading in his belly as the liquor began to do its work. "Didn't think you had the misfortune of getting dragged into this fresh hell too." He hadn't seen Ashe the few times he had wondered near that pile of hovels the people here called a settlement, not that he had been looking for her in particular. "You always been a wolf?" he asked her bringing up her transformation a few moments earlier.
Yet before Kaladin could decide on whether or not to attack the strange beast it shifted, a sight Kaladin had been quite familiar with at one point in his life. What was once was black fur and dripping fangs became a petite but sturdy young woman, bright blue eyes always flashing dangerously at whomever they landed upon. The man took pause, he hadn't seen this particular face in a very long time, since before the entirety of his life had come to ruin.
There was something different about the woman this time though. She had always had a dangerous aura around her, coiled up tight and ready to explode at the right moment. Still...there had also been a hint a childish mischief in her as well, she'd just as likely kill you as she would drink and sing rowdy sailor songs with you in a tavern. That personality quirk seemed to have evaporated from the woman now staring at him from across his campfire. She tossed a glass bottle between them and Kal eyed it suspiciously. Despite having gone through quite a bit with Ashe (Burning buildings and stone monstrosities to name a few) Kaladin had shared few words with the raven haired young woman. He certainly hadn't been aware that she was a shapechanger. They were acquaintances at best and he had heard rumors about her past.
"Taste is irrelevant, im trying to get shit faced not have a tea party." he said gruffly as he knelt by the bottle and picked it up. He pulled the stopper out from it and sniffed at the contents. Not sure why I bother seeing if its poisoned, could care less if I die. He thought before throwing his head back and letting the dark liquid burn its way down his throat. He drained a third of it in one swallow and then tossed it back at the young woman's feet, warmth spreading in his belly as the liquor began to do its work. "Didn't think you had the misfortune of getting dragged into this fresh hell too." He hadn't seen Ashe the few times he had wondered near that pile of hovels the people here called a settlement, not that he had been looking for her in particular. "You always been a wolf?" he asked her bringing up her transformation a few moments earlier.
