Immaculate
Feb 28, 2015 23:17:17 GMT -5
Post by Bird is the word on Feb 28, 2015 23:17:17 GMT -5
She was a properly sullen guest on this little adventure. Stranger regarded her without contempt for what she had been through. The smell of blood had not startled him, he knew far better than she might have the retribution that was due her and her ilk. Even then he was surprised by how seemingly well she had taken it. He supposed he gave her little credit, although it was her reaction to being summarily beaten in the arena that drew his question on her ability to take this punishment as well as she was.
Perhaps it was all an illusion and she would surely break, or she would engage him once more by surprise.
Keeping his thoughts to himself was smart. Stranger occasionally had proper ideas of how to handle a volatile dog.
Khayri had been black bagged, escorted to the edge of the territory and sent on her way. It was rubbing the sand into a wound made wide by her father’s dismissal. Stranger had heard of what had happened through the milling grapevine. It was implausible for him to imagine as his father would never abandon him. He no longer recalled the rainy night in Kekoa so he would never understand where she was coming from.
The ground gave way to more snow but also the rise of strangled looking twisted pieces of metal that stood out against a backdrop of pristine white. Near the base it was rusted red, dyed by the color of the aged steel. Stranger observed them in relative quiet. It was quite some time until he raised the question he had been toying with the entirety of the time that they were traveling. “Where do ya wanna go?” He questioned, lacking the lighthearted air he supposed was necessary to communicate that he was on her side.
Wherever she ended up he supposed that it was his duty, or at least his desire (did he really understand that facet of himself?), to keep watch over her. There was some part of him that truly understood the niggling offer to care for her while the other, bigger, side of himself neglected that understanding and turned it against himself. Stranger knew nothing of care, save for that which came from his family, so he extended the same in an olive branch to the forlorn female he had grown attached to.
// Closed for East