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Saul Stormbringer · 11-19-2010, 05:46 PM

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ooc;;I take it thats its okay to move it back a day?

There was some dangerous aura hanging around the male in front of him that made the young male edgy. Not only did he remind the young male of those loners he had strived hard to keep away from, but the seemingly anit-social manner with which the red eyes of the male looked at him reminded Saul prfoundly of a nightmare he had woken up from a few nights ago. He'd been trapped in a cave, most likely underground although he couldnt be sure. In front of his face had hung a baby rabbit, headless and dripping with blood. The blood had pooled on the cave floor to form two large red eyes that had stared up at him, unblinking and distinctively hostile. Of course, Saul didnt want to become prejudiced towards this newcomer because of the colour of his eyes and the hostility of his gaze. He confirmed what Saul stated and it seemed to spring flat on the surface of their short conversation.

There was an awkwardness about their meeting that made the young male uncomfortable. It was almost as though Saul had walked in on something elicit and illegal that this male was doing and tried to spark up an interesting conversation. Not only was he much older than himself, but there was obviously something different about the creature that Saul could not explain. The weather outside seemed to darken and Saul thought he heard a rumble of thunder in the distance. Fear squeezed his gutts and he glanced skyward. The same overcast background painted behind him and it didnt appear to have darkened at all. Perhaps he had imagined the drop in lighting and temperature. However, deep rumbling tones distracted him from his ponderings and he glanced back at the silvery male. He had given his name, although it was a strange one to the young male.

"It's nice to meet you Valentine..."

He intoned awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. What exactly was he to say to the older male who appeared to want to be on his own. Maybe Saul should move on, but he felt commited to the conversation now and he was extremely curious as to what the male was doing with his hands. Sitting on the floor, Saul allowed emerald eyes to watch as he whittled the wood, shaping and creating holes. He had no idea what it was, but the rhythm of Valentine's hands were mesmerising to him. Before he bottled it and walked away, Saul pipped up once more.

"What are you doing, Mr Valentine?"

He asked politely, trying not to provoke any anger that may have been within this creature. He hadn't quite sussed him out yet and was wary of the silver male.

word count;; 456

"speech"

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