haggstrom - Printable Version

Pallas knew that voice. Pulled from his rest, his head jerked up from his loft, eyes quickly blinking out the sleep that'd overtaken him. 'Stay sharp,' his mind snapped before he began to move, stretching out before jumping to action at the branch outside his den.

He glanced for a moment, watching the others move before bounding forward towards the call. It wasn't hard to find, not with the smoke, and he stopped far enough away in the trees to just barely see them. It was one of the Children, and... Someone else?

"Who do you bring with you?" Pallas called, wary. His tail hung low, and he strained to see, hopping forward another branch to curl his back over. "We have answers if you'll provide your own." That sounded good.

Reji had been asleep, but woke at the sound of voices. Groggy, she listened, foxlike ears rotating to catch the words muffled by roots and mud.

Another Child of Rot-? Ahh. Her wariness level lowered, though it stayed noticeably there; 'questions' didn't bode well.

She sent, along the Hive's shared link, her approval to Pallas. Good. Find out what he wants. It was a request, a friendly instruction, more than an order; then she lay back again to listen, concentrating on the conversation that she could overhear.

She wouldn't show herself unless it was needed--she wanted to know what this one wanted, first.

Pallas's anxieties dimmed as Phleg introduced Oliver. Another of their group was.. fine, but-

As he made his way down the tree to bring himself to Oliver, his eyes tracked the hybrid closely. Lots of weird stuff happened a lot of time, gone unnoticed by the rest of the world. But, of course, this weird stuff involved him.

Why couldn't he just be happy with his family? Letting out a grumbling sigh, Pallas dropped to the mud with a squelch and approached, keeping out of reaching distance. Of course the Masters would still be after them. He didn't distrust the oily beast in bringing their food, but perhaps it should show a bit more wariness in who it showed the way to their den.

Anyways- "She's no less dangerous than anyone else," the linsang began, curling his tail behind him to keep it from betraying his attempt at being friendly. That was getting... Increasingly hard. "I- appreciate your decision to... Ask questions first." His words needed to be chosen carefully. There was no way to know if this being was telling the truth or not.

"You want to know our side- all I know is that we just want to live. We mean no danger for anyone else in these caves- we prefer to stick to our own, anyways." And- well, that wasn't false. He took the lead here for Reji's protection. It was best she not reveal herself now. "I hope you manage to live, too," he tacked on at the end.

But he was at a loss for what else to say. He wasn't sure how much he could say. So, he resorted to going on his own, for the moment, giving out a wary "What do you want to know? We're just... Beings, looking to get by."

Azrael lurked in the shadow of the trees, the glow on his chest hidden for now, only the tiniest glow of his pinprick eyes betraying his location as he watched Oliver carefully. He did not trust this thing - he did not trust anyone, really, that was not family. He had grown used to being able to feel their minds, know their intentions and hear their words without speaking. He could not hear the words of this thing, nor the rot-child that had brought him.

It was not violent for now, but it mentioned the Masters - and a command to see them dead. If this true, means Masters not hunting us directly - sending others to do it. It is shameful. He snorted with both amusement and disgust through the link. If he were a Master, and he wanted enemies dead, especially powerful ones like Reji and Mother, he wouldn't send a servant to do it for him, he'd face them himself!

Regardless, he kept to himself for now, waiting and watching in case he was needed.