[ the inherent instincts of his natural soul demands release, an outburst of bloodshed that'll satiate its desire to hunt and conquer, devouring the unspoken solace between human and game. but phainon is practiced in self-control, more enthralled by the throng of wildlife, eager to offer mere humans their attentive, nonthreatening presence than the desires of an implanted beast, more than prepared to tear anything with a pulse limb from limb — ]
What do you think of this?
[ this, phainon asks to anyone nearby, lingering or looking to wander away, past his momentary spot of respite. his little loaf of bread, once untouched, is now being picked apart, becoming crumbs for the critters to claim and enjoy by his feet as he drops bits of them, harmlessly, upon the ground. ]
It's quite the contrast compared to the peculiar goings-on when venturing beyond the city's borders, but something of a novelty all the same. Unless that isn't the case for you?
[ granted, all of this is just as strange. it's merely... uneventful. a little too peaceful. but he'll take what he can get. ]
i'm sooooo sorry, i didn't get a notif for this one....
( after everything that he's seen in this place, from the mud and the dirt and the unnatural twisting of human bodies into other shapes, malformed creatures in the swamps, buried bones in a pit that reeks of blood: there's something almost too normal about this place, where it feels quiet, and calm, and where there are so many living creatures that he feels almost like he'll step on something if he moves too quickly. that may be why he's become something of a fixture, for now; he stands still amidst some grass and flowers, tempted to sink himself into the roots of the earth but too shy to do that in front of anyone else. for awhile, it had seemed like only him and the animals: until he heard that voice.
now, he feels almost like he should pretend to be doing something other than soaking up the sunshine and the smell of fresh florals; a rabbit nudges down at his heels, nibbling daintily on one of his shoelaces, and with a soft breath, he wags a hand down at it as though that might shoo it away--it doesn't budge.
swallowing, he tucks his hands into his too-large sleeves, and considers. )
...It feels unreal. A trick of the mind, somehow, but there's none of that here.
( or at the very least, none of it that he can sense with his own faculties. no strange domains at play, no odd techniques.
just friendly animals, peaceful atmosphere, and a man who seems to be donating the last of his food to his new friends. with a frown, he twists to look at him without moving his feet. )
If you give them all of that, you'll go hungry. ( matter-of-factly, calm. ) Did you eat on the road here?
no worries!! the same happened to one of my threads so i understand.
[ karteria still felt like some illusion manifested from some deeper recess of his own strange imagination — a desire to escape from something while simultaneously upholding the responsibilities of otherworldly, suffocating burdens in order to protect the collective.
phainon doesn't say so. not even his gaze reflect those underlying thoughts. the posed question succeeds in garnering his mild intrigue instead: genuine concern for a stranger or insouciant politesse for the sake of it? whatever the case, phainon finds this opportune to momentarily cease the bread's inevitable withering just to make a tentative approach — only really stopping in place if and when there's any possible signs of unease from the other party. ]
Only prior to, but I'll be all right. I haven't much of an appetite at present... Maybe I'll have myself a feast back at the Valentia once the time comes, however.
[ not much of a lie when whatever 'appetite' that does linger within is from the coexisting, secondary soul that didn't even belong to him to begin with. ]
( the mention of the valentia makes his eyes narrow, a slight pinch of displeasure across his lips. )
If you can call the strange jellied concoctions there any kind of feast.
( but he takes the answer in stride, at least for now--because it's not his place, really, to question a stranger like this, even if it does concern him. they may very well happen upon some kind of food here, other than the obvious; he's not keen to start hunting anything down himself, especially not with the bunny that's now decided to nuzzle itself up against his ankle.
with a slow breath, a sigh-- )
I ate earlier. We've been out camping and exploring quite a bit, and I've learned how to adjust to that.
( lack of food, strange schedules, watching over others instead: he isn't too bothered by food. )
Your soul, the thing they gave you here. What is it?
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the kelesian expanse.
What do you think of this?
[ this, phainon asks to anyone nearby, lingering or looking to wander away, past his momentary spot of respite. his little loaf of bread, once untouched, is now being picked apart, becoming crumbs for the critters to claim and enjoy by his feet as he drops bits of them, harmlessly, upon the ground. ]
It's quite the contrast compared to the peculiar goings-on when venturing beyond the city's borders, but something of a novelty all the same. Unless that isn't the case for you?
[ granted, all of this is just as strange. it's merely... uneventful. a little too peaceful. but he'll take what he can get. ]
i'm sooooo sorry, i didn't get a notif for this one....
now, he feels almost like he should pretend to be doing something other than soaking up the sunshine and the smell of fresh florals; a rabbit nudges down at his heels, nibbling daintily on one of his shoelaces, and with a soft breath, he wags a hand down at it as though that might shoo it away--it doesn't budge.
swallowing, he tucks his hands into his too-large sleeves, and considers. )
...It feels unreal. A trick of the mind, somehow, but there's none of that here.
( or at the very least, none of it that he can sense with his own faculties. no strange domains at play, no odd techniques.
just friendly animals, peaceful atmosphere, and a man who seems to be donating the last of his food to his new friends. with a frown, he twists to look at him without moving his feet. )
If you give them all of that, you'll go hungry. ( matter-of-factly, calm. ) Did you eat on the road here?
no worries!! the same happened to one of my threads so i understand.
phainon doesn't say so. not even his gaze reflect those underlying thoughts. the posed question succeeds in garnering his mild intrigue instead: genuine concern for a stranger or insouciant politesse for the sake of it? whatever the case, phainon finds this opportune to momentarily cease the bread's inevitable withering just to make a tentative approach — only really stopping in place if and when there's any possible signs of unease from the other party. ]
Only prior to, but I'll be all right. I haven't much of an appetite at present... Maybe I'll have myself a feast back at the Valentia once the time comes, however.
[ not much of a lie when whatever 'appetite' that does linger within is from the coexisting, secondary soul that didn't even belong to him to begin with. ]
Have you?
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If you can call the strange jellied concoctions there any kind of feast.
( but he takes the answer in stride, at least for now--because it's not his place, really, to question a stranger like this, even if it does concern him. they may very well happen upon some kind of food here, other than the obvious; he's not keen to start hunting anything down himself, especially not with the bunny that's now decided to nuzzle itself up against his ankle.
with a slow breath, a sigh-- )
I ate earlier. We've been out camping and exploring quite a bit, and I've learned how to adjust to that.
( lack of food, strange schedules, watching over others instead: he isn't too bothered by food. )
Your soul, the thing they gave you here. What is it?