11-29-2008, 01:39 PM
-ooc- Sorry, my son is really really sick.. *sighs*
He smirked at the answer the male had given him, atleast he seemed to have some bit of humor.. or atleast some sarcastic draw. DaVinci sat back and took in the whole sight before him as he raised a brow and murmured. "who'd you piss off?" He wasn't for certain if the male had pissed anyone off or if he was just extremely clumsy or unlucky but he wasn't in the best of shape, but that didn't put DaVinci at ease, he knew a man faught like the hounds of hell when they thought it was their last ride.
When the other offered his name it didn't set any sparks flying in his mind, though they looked like they could have come from the same years litters. DaVinci shrugged a should as he turned his face to gaze back through the mists towards the mountain. "Not for certain, last spring a fire ripped through the lands.. most of who's left made it to this side of the mountain.." but not everyone, he thought. Knowing his family had lost those they loved and that there were still many unaccounted for. "You lived there, or just passing through?" he asked as he crouched down next to the tree beside him, using his shoulder to balance himself as he tried to place the other, but like always when it came to that life he came up short. He'd been a bit of a bastard growing up and hadn't really attempted to collect names or remember faces of those he'd pestered.
He smirked at the answer the male had given him, atleast he seemed to have some bit of humor.. or atleast some sarcastic draw. DaVinci sat back and took in the whole sight before him as he raised a brow and murmured. "who'd you piss off?" He wasn't for certain if the male had pissed anyone off or if he was just extremely clumsy or unlucky but he wasn't in the best of shape, but that didn't put DaVinci at ease, he knew a man faught like the hounds of hell when they thought it was their last ride.
When the other offered his name it didn't set any sparks flying in his mind, though they looked like they could have come from the same years litters. DaVinci shrugged a should as he turned his face to gaze back through the mists towards the mountain. "Not for certain, last spring a fire ripped through the lands.. most of who's left made it to this side of the mountain.." but not everyone, he thought. Knowing his family had lost those they loved and that there were still many unaccounted for. "You lived there, or just passing through?" he asked as he crouched down next to the tree beside him, using his shoulder to balance himself as he tried to place the other, but like always when it came to that life he came up short. He'd been a bit of a bastard growing up and hadn't really attempted to collect names or remember faces of those he'd pestered.