Snippet #1975332

"Touche," Luciando grinned at the wolf. He had met a few feisty women in his time, but never a feisty dog before; for some reason her attack encouraged him. He pushed his infatuation aside as another female rose. Any human from his village would have been surprised being around such creatures. Back home, elves and mermen were merely tall tales. But then again, the people of his land never left; staying in the safety of their farms. He had to admit, his first encounter with an elven, he too was shocked. But now he was quite use to the odd creatures--though, this was his first encounter with a merman. After all he does steal from them.

The wise elven encouraged them to become a team, would it be safe though? Would the undead try to gnaw his face in his sleep? Would the wolf lose herself in fury and rip his limbs? With the merman drag him into sea? Would the elven out wit him and make him a fool? So many doubts, yet he knew it was best to push them away. Doubt was the reason he's alone. He had to trust the group, or he'd b e doomed to wonder alone in doubt.

"Seeing as everyone is making their introduction, I believe I should make mine." He spoke once the last member of the group joined them. "I am Luciando, a mere thief of my land and most probably wanted by this so called High King." He smirked at the thought, true though, he had caused great sufferings that it wouldn't surprise him if the king wanted his head. "Ah, and my brother, Sephiroth." He placed a hand to his chest, his grin turning into a solemn look. He doesn't expect any of them to under stand, he himself doesn't understand his split personalities either.

"My lord," he brought his attention to the another human. "We are all captives of the High King. He is forcing us to fight our path to this so called Journey, to the unknown." he offered his hand to the male to help him to his feet.