here is where we both go wrong;

[PRIVATE] here is where we both go wrong;

Torleik the Bloodskald Posts: 354

Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 11 HP: 66.5 | Buff: SWIFT

Irelyn :: Plain Griffin :: Molten Dagger RedGod

04-03-2014, 08:42 PM

Torleik
A lone man loved by none:

How long can he live?

He raised a brow. The brash idiocy of some of our men? Females could be just as foolhardy as men, he thought, patiently irked. But, it didn’t surprise him Illynx thought that way. She did seem rather fond of herself in various ways. Vanity was not all that difficult to spot. True enough that Torleik was not content with the political situation in the Aurora Basin, and that he hardly trusted Illynx or Deimos to lead anything other than themselves and everyone else they touched into ruin.

But at least Illynx didn’t seem like a sociopath. Vain, and in possession of idiotic supremacy beliefs perhaps, but not a sociopath. Deimos was the kind of thing you kept locked in a cage and only let out when the apocalypse was upon you, when your enemies threatened to overwhelm you, as a last resort. And here he was, head of the Basin. How long Torleik could stay here, he did not know, but it was the closest place that felt like home and he was loathe to leave that. Nowhere else seemed very accommodating of his kind, anyhow.

The shift of their subject to more delicate, personal matters brought Torleik to a more somber mood and he listened as Illynx spoke of the former Lady Psyche. He committed the comment to memory and continued on, that action seeming more prudent at the moment. The dual-horned demon had no inkling of the past of the Basin, and so had no idea what had made Psyche fail as a leader, what had made Ulrik so dissatisfied, and why Deimos had been the only other option. He was aware of his ignorance and sought with this meeting to remedy some of it. Though, he was sensing he would have to likely find more information elsewhere. To speak with Illynx was to lightly run a razor across one’s skin and hope to not be cut.

There was meaning behind that question, worded as it was, and Torleik kept his expression neutral, if annoyed and somewhat sullen. “No. He speaks little,” he said noncommittally. It was true. Ulrik was no poet. “I was unceremoniously shown around, and then Ulrik had…Ulrik things to attend to, I am sure.” His cousin was a mad genius. Torleik was already acclimated to that. Illynx’s wonder at his care was not surprising to him. She seemed one to assume that others were like herself: self-absorbed. Not that he necessarily judged her for that. In her case it was fitting. Just unfortunate. Self-absorption left one blind to so much around them.

It dawned on him that touching her would be…ill-advised, and though he is a creature of comfort through physical contact, Torleik held back. Wouldn’t be wise to offend his newly appointed ruler so quickly. A moment of irritated wonder trilled from Irelyn’s side of the bond, irked at all the winding gyres of his mind and emotions at the moment; it was exhausting for her to feel and it was obvious she wished for him to get his shit together and stop.

He held the Gilded Lady’s gaze calmly, waiting, aware of his own emotional capacity and strength. He could handle her for a few moments, whatever her problems may be. Torleik had been successful with Brisa, and if need be he would apply the same formula here. Though Illynx was certainly not exuding hormones begging him to mount her.

Unfortunately for Illynx.

That the Lady of the Vale stared back intrigued him, guarded as the light in her eyes was. His was not so. He had nothing to hide, not from her at least. She was welcome to attempt to manipulate him. He was not easily moved. Not usually. And he would not neglect kindness simply because someone was not apt to return it. She responded to him despite herself when he told her she didn’t have to be alone. It was true. She did not. Torleik could not say what prompted the words to come out of his mouth the way they did, or what made him leave them hanging as he did, but perhaps he knew that subtlety would go further with this mare than blasting the raw intensity of emotion in her face.

Torleik watched her move closer, wondering what she would do. Irelyn’s feathers raised like a wolf’s hackles, unsure herself. Would this other four-legged thing attack? Torleik did not think so, and Irelyn was mildly calmed, but she did not dare put her feathers down. That might invite badness.

Cocking his head to the side slightly when Illynx asked if he would accompany her, claiming she was quite a bit of work. “If it is easy, it is not worth it,” he replied slowly, an indefinable glint in his blue eyes. “But yes. I would accompany you…” he rumbled, now venturing to say what he had considered earlier: “…to find Psyche.”

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