10-16-2010, 06:59 AM
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The focus that had previously been on the crumbling floor of wilderness had been abandoned. He had gathered enough for today anyway, and so the stranger’s presence seemed well fitting as the male’s day was going towards the end. Perhaps he could have continued to the salty shores, but this was merely a little something he had taken up because he had wanted to be able to think. Things were going in the wrong directions in many ways, and so it was important for him to be able to be alone with his troubled thoughts. It could also very well be that he was afraid of returning to the house with the snow kissed Stormbringer. Passion was not ugly, but he feared the intensity he had felt. Despite everything, he was no less Haku’s son, and he was afraid of that blood pulsing beneath his own skin.
Yet, the Dahlian continued to smile, for his attention had been guided away from those gloomy thoughts. The corners of his lips continued to curl as words drifted back in reply. Conor was intrigued, of course, but it was not an uncommon thing. Creatures in general caught his interest, as the psychology that once had been fitted for the human brain had been found to be quite useful for Conor’s kind as well. ”Perhaps,” the autumn coated male spoke as a reply to the maroon eyed man before him. A few steps forwards still, and then it was up to the loner to venture closer so that they could trace the way the pack wolf had come from. Scent was inhaled as the distance between them was no longer as large, and the dark man’s air suggested that his walk was long and lonely. ”You are not from around here,” he said, stating the obvious.