I bet my life (Carjen) Sept 6, 2017 2:46:56 GMT
Post by Carjen Brando on Sept 6, 2017 2:46:56 GMT
Carjen nodded pointedly, admiring her ears for a moment but uninterested in staring. He hadn’t met many elves in his time, he’d spent most of his life on the sea, where elves just didn’t seem to really go or stay, they seemed to always have a heart for the forest. He could respect that about them, never judged them for it, but it made him curious, inquisitive about them, about what they kept in their libraries and what they studied in their bed chambers. “I see.”
He trailed off and said nothing more of the subject matter, seized by something. His posture stiffened, his back straightened and his tail flicked irritably but he said nothing on the matter, only closed his eyes against something, some dark insidious thing, before after a long pause opening them again, calmed again. He noticed her somewhat hesitant tone and looked upon the rabbit shifter again, patient and cool, like a teacher might be with a confused pupil. Perhaps he was speaking too seriously, assuming too much of the world the girl had seen, perhaps she’d had it easier than he’d given her credit for but he found that hard to believe. He saw more in his first few minutes of being a slave than he’d ever want to see again, families torn asunder, animals slaughtered, people slaughtered in the same fashion. It was a cold and cruel existence, there was no way this girl had no idea the pain and torment she had just barely escaped. He motioned to her, nodding his head.
“Well, that’s what I mean. You don’t think every girl in Oedir has nothing but the wood of a cabinet door separating them from a fate worse than death, do you?” He turned away again, looking at something far beyond the wall of the cabin. “That’s what I’m talking about. Those moments you’ll never forget, they make you something, someone… powerful, unlock an inner strength that changes you. It’s a good thing.”
He assured her quietly with some finality. He understood her position, she was hesitant to admit that the place she was, a place so fortunate, could have any ups and downs but every place had it’s low points, every mountain had its valleys and it was important to recognize them, so that you could avoid them in the future. Learning from your mistakes, some people might have worded it that way but that seemed too narrow to Carjen. It was a kind of looking out for yourself, something this poor girl seemed to be terrible at so he didn’t really expect her to understand, to see things from his much broader perspective. Maybe one day she’d find the key to that locked box in her chest and would free the power within her, within everyone, but today would probably not be that day. It took more than a simple conversation with a panther to do such a thing.
He smiled and closed his eyes at the thought of being considered a king. He really hadn’t given it much thought but he supposed he would be king of such a kingdom if he started it. He didn’t really want to be, he wanted to be in control, to have some say, but being a king seemed hard, he’d have be… ugh… social. He wasn’t really into that. But he’d do what he’d must to ensure a future for his people and if being a king was what was required of him, he’d do it without being asked. He shrugged broadly, tilting his head thoughtfully. “I guess I would. That wasn’t really the point though.”
He turned to look at her pointedly. “People like us.” He insisted, leaning toward her slightly in sincerity. “You’re welcome to it. If you ever find yourself in danger again, you can come to us. And if you ever need a place to stay warm or food in your belly, my doors will always be open to you. Hybrids, mutt bloods, whatever you want to call it, it doesn’t matter. You’re as much a werebeast as I am. Our home is your home.”