CHULANE
"Neron," bright blue eyes affixed onto the man once the voting had completed, the result decided. He could honestly say he was pleased with the result, but that was a thought for another time. Right now, his focus was on Neron, on the haggard, rough look of the man. Concern coloured his expression, a serious frown wrinkling his forehead, as he looked the man up and down again.
With a quick glance to Kia, he spoke up again. "Sorry for saying you look like shit before, but Nez, mate, you really do. Are you alright? Do you need help?" He asked with a pointed glance to the man's mouth, hinting at the fangs he knew resided there. When he had first met Neron the man looked years younger and healthy, alive and thriving with his gifts from the Voice making him near indestructible.
What stood before him now was a stark, startlingly different husk of a man. Chulane wanted to help, and he knew how he could, if the man wanted to take that path.
With a quick glance to Kia, he spoke up again. "Sorry for saying you look like shit before, but Nez, mate, you really do. Are you alright? Do you need help?" He asked with a pointed glance to the man's mouth, hinting at the fangs he knew resided there. When he had first met Neron the man looked years younger and healthy, alive and thriving with his gifts from the Voice making him near indestructible.
What stood before him now was a stark, startlingly different husk of a man. Chulane wanted to help, and he knew how he could, if the man wanted to take that path.
The only true wisdom is in knowing
you know nothing
you know nothing
