He listened to her wise words. His own eyes casted away as he listened. He wasn't custom to being around someone so much like himself. "This one isn't frightened of what will be, but of what he will leave behind." The male said lightly his rough voice hold no more emotion now then it had before his song. He was like an empty shell when he spoke to others, leaving them to not trust him because of his lack of expressions. Was it so horrible what he had been taught to do?
Her words were kept in his mind and he nodded gently to them. She was wise to say such things and his respect for the sable women grew. Already he felt at ease in her pressence and his body relaxed as he let himself lay down, his eyes still averted. It wasn't until she told him he could look at her that he did. His blue orbs were soft and revieled the true being that acuppied the emotionless face. Laying his head on his paws he let his eyes flick over to her every so often.
"This one isn't afraid of pain. He is afraid of the heartache his mate will feel when fate has done her deed." He spoke as if fate was a women. To Mahlouk she was. The women who came to them all and delivered their fate to her ultimate plot. He wasn't afraid to die. Death was only a begining of something else, and an end to the old. Yet for the ones left behind, it was only an ending to their loved ones. This Mahlouk felt was the true pain in his fate.