Kel couldn't help himself; he jumped back as the man's arms flung out in a sharp movement, and the young hunter stumbled as he fought for his balance and to stop himself from falling into the geyser field. The stranger might not have been dead, but he didn't seem happy, either, in spite of the grin with unsettlingly sharp teeth that glinted in the moonlight.
Messy black hair that fell to his shoulders, brown skin turned darker by the Torchline sun, a green tunic sewn with slices of antler that belonged to no Caido beast in a form of rustic armor, and well-fitting breeches and boots, Kel was very much what he appeared to be - a hunter, with a body both strong and slender. And a stranger, with eyes that moonlight turned from amber to silver, that grew wide and fearful at that flash of inhuman fangs as he brought his bow between them as a shield rather than a weapon.
"You're not... not breathing," he stuttered by way of explanation, for Nate did not look fine by the metrics he was used to. "And I'm... I don't owe you an explanation," he tried to bluster, though it was hardly effective. "I just didn't know if you were..." Alive hung unspoken in the air at the end of his sentence, a word he gulped back down at the obvious incorrectness of it, now that Nate was talking and moving with every semblance of mortality.
But wind-born as he was, Kel couldn't help but notice that aside from speaking, the stranger still wasn't breathing.
Messy black hair that fell to his shoulders, brown skin turned darker by the Torchline sun, a green tunic sewn with slices of antler that belonged to no Caido beast in a form of rustic armor, and well-fitting breeches and boots, Kel was very much what he appeared to be - a hunter, with a body both strong and slender. And a stranger, with eyes that moonlight turned from amber to silver, that grew wide and fearful at that flash of inhuman fangs as he brought his bow between them as a shield rather than a weapon.
"You're not... not breathing," he stuttered by way of explanation, for Nate did not look fine by the metrics he was used to. "And I'm... I don't owe you an explanation," he tried to bluster, though it was hardly effective. "I just didn't know if you were..." Alive hung unspoken in the air at the end of his sentence, a word he gulped back down at the obvious incorrectness of it, now that Nate was talking and moving with every semblance of mortality.
But wind-born as he was, Kel couldn't help but notice that aside from speaking, the stranger still wasn't breathing.
