Post #2352601 in The Riders' Ascension, a roleplay on RPG

There was still something he was trying to figure out about her eyes, what was so exotic about them when she seemed to hesitate and give him a look that told him he was missing something here. He strained to look closer at her in the dark, but could see nothing out of the ordinary about her except those eyes... those eyes that seemed to glow luminescent in the dark.... he couldn't quite focus on her pupils, although now he saw that they seemed more slitted than was normal...

Nero, realizing he was still armed when he saw her glance at his bow and curved axe strapped to his back, slowly and carefully set his bow and axe off to the side on a stone ledge until all the weapons that were left on his person were his quiver of arrows and a hidden dagger tucked in one of his leather boots. He occasionally held his hands up to show that he was surrendering his weapons, not attacking her. Once he knew she saw that he had disarmed himself, he took a calm step towards her.

"Strange? No....." he said, his voice trailing off as he tried to figure out if he should find something strange. Maybe she meant her eyes...

Nero's thoughts were interrupted as he heard the wolf howl and he turned his head swiftly towards the cave entrance. "Scared?" he chuckled. "No, I'm not scared of a lone wolf....Are you?" he said, his voice and blue-gray eyes calm as he glanced over at her. He did however begin to reach for his bow, not out of fear, but out of an attempt to protect her. He gripped it in his left hand and prepared to notch an arrow with his right, quick as lightning, but somehow she was in front of him before he could even notch an arrow, which he found near impossible, considering it had taken him nearly a split second. A confused and slightly surprised look crossed his face, but other than that he remained calm. The way she stood in front of him was almost as if she was...protecting him??....from the wolf. Why was she protecting him, he didn't need protection from a mere wolf, in fact he should be the one protecting her....which raised another question: Why did she think she could protect him better than he could her? Her growl confused him, as it sounded slightly inhuman, and his mind was slowly beginning to put the pieces together in his mind, although his rational instinct didn't want to believe it. Although he had to admit, there had been nothing rational about the past few hours... Pack? What pack was she talking about? Maybe she was just talking big to taunt the wolf, but why was she talking to the wolf in the first place as if it could understand every word she said?

And then something happened that he hadn't expected. He slowly lowered his bow, a look of confused wonder and awe passing over his face as he watched the wolf leave with its tail between its legs like a reprimanded pup. What the- he started to think as he put his bow back down on a ledge in the cave next to his axe and turned back to the girl. She had some explaining to do, definitely.... And then she did explain...

He listened as she spoke, but instead of disbelief or hatred flaring in his eyes and features at what she said, he simply looked calm....and as if he believed her. Because he did. All this was happening, really happening, and after today he doubted he would be surprised again, no matter how strange something was that occurred. He doubted anything could get much stranger, yet strangely more wonderful, than this day. Besides, the Lycan stories were much more common and accepted in the villages, and although he'd never seen or known one, at least that he'd known of, up until now, he believed what she said as the truth.

Finally, he spoke, understanding in his stormy eyes for the first time, his tone still friendly and calm. "I won't kill you. Your father is right, there may be some out there who could be hostile towards people like you, but thats only because they're fearful because of ignorance and harsh rumors. I, on the other hand, see no reason to kill or hate you. Beside's, the only things I've ever killed are rabbits and deer to help feed my village." he explained, hoping she would trust him. He couldn't imagine how scary it would be, to be sheltered from the world by an overprotective father like that, only told stories of the cruel and ruthless types of people full of hate. But he wasn't one of those people. He took her hand in his own strong, warm, yet gentle hand and returned the gesture, shaking hands with her politely, his eyes still locked on and mesmerized by her. He finally saw it, the lycan-like slitted pupils, the vibrant, exotic colors, and he knew why he had been drawn to those gorgeous, mesmerizing orbs of light in the darkness.

"I'm Nero. Nero Durenn. My new young dragon friend over there is Khothara." he introduced himself and his dragon, who was dipping her head in a polite greeting, obviously beginning to trust this girl and her dragon a bit more. Nero hoped this girl would take his word and trust him, for he still saw fear in her jewel-like eyes.

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located in Hüngarth, a part of The Riders' Ascension, one of the many universes on RPG.

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