The Dreamwalker's Tent

[welian]

((Great! I'm glad you're here!))

Silas continued to watch her examine his tent, delighting in her silent company and her fascination with the charms scattered everywhere. Though it was hidden beneath his mask, he began to smile as the girl reached for one of the charms. He leaned forward and prepared to greet her.

Once she failed to land, and instead winced in pain, Silas knew she was in some sort of trouble. He stood up, seeming to simply unfold from his seat. He walked over to her, and gazed at her legs carefully, searching for visible wounds.

[iCheru]

Her ears were flat against her head as she clung to her makeshift walking stick, resisting to cry because of the pain in her body from whatever happened before now. The impact from the collapse trigger the nerves in her other wounds, and she almost shivered in pain. When Silas began to walk over, her ears perked up. she couldn't tell here it was until he was up close examining her legs. The cloth on her legs was torn in the back where the was a long scratch up the middle of her calf..the other legs was okay excluding the many smaller scratches. Her clothes were ton in various places, concluding that she may have been in some kind of fight.

Silas might have noticed her other injuries: a deep gash on her side that had dried blood around it and a long, diagonal gash on her arm from the shoulder to the elbow.There was another cut on her abdomen though smaller and more shallow. There was a scratch on her cheek,also.

Ro quickly turned around, her eye wincing in pain as she directed her pike towards Silas, ears erected. she didn't want to harm anyone, it was self defense. He might have been able to see that..The caution in her face, and the fear. She took in his odd appearance, wondering what the heck he could be.He..almost looked scary himself. Her eyes widen then narrowed again as she remembered what could happen, waiting for him to move.

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[welian]

((I'm sorry I haven't replied to you yet! I've been very busy with school work, and my brain has been too fried to think of anything to post in any of my roleplays))

[iCheru]

((It's okay~ I understand))

[welian]

Silas silently studied the girl's face. She was scared, and hurt, that was obvious. He pointed at her pike (that was currently pointed at him) with a long silvery claw, and gently prodded the tip and tried to push it down slightly. His claws were not flesh, so Silas was not worried about an injury simply from touching the weapon. He just wanted it out of his face.

[iCheru]

The young girl scooted back just as bit as he raised a finger, showing she was reluctant to do harm, just wanting to protect her. However, he only pushed down the pike, instead of hurting her. She wondered why he was so quiet, knowing that he probably thought the same of her. She thought about it, wondering if he owned this place or lived here. It would be rude to trespass and then suddenly shove her weapon in his face...But al the same, he might''ve had some malicious intent...though she didn't sense any...She slowly lowered her weapon as he did nothing, ears rising in curiosity.

She leaned her head, as if questioning him his intentions, then stole a look at the charm that she failed to get, finding that she really wanted it now that she failed.She then looked to the misshapen being, pike fully lowered. Around her neck was a burgandy collar that bore a round, silver tag that's usually found on dogs. On it said" Ro", her father given nickname when he created the tag for her. She felt bad for shoving pointy things in his face, but the injuries and whatnot took care of the source for the reason of the such action.

[welian]

((Stilllll haven't forgotten you. Just, expect this to be a slow roleplay. Damn PSATs. Sorry, I'm just having a rough time with doing my assignments, and now my grades are behind.))

[welian]

Silas spoke, and his voice was smooth and pleasant and firm - his voice was spared his transformation and one could pick out a faint elven lilt in his words. "Ro." He looked at her tag, and found that somehow he was sure this was this girl's name and not merely some pretty letters.

"There is no need to raise a weapon towards me," Silas told Ro. "It is not in my power nor my will to harm you."

[iCheru]

As he said her name, she was somewhat reminded of her father, ears lower against her head as she took in his message. her brain replayed it, nerves relaxing at the soothing voice. Unconsciously, her protective instincts were put away and she lowered her weapon. Despite his twisted, and undoubtedly unshapely form, she didn't remember why she was afraid anymore, though she still wondered what he was. Her caution turned to curiosity as the cat's ears went back and she went to her knees to to inch closer. She was slow because of her injuries, but oddly interested in this being.

When she felt she was close enough, she'd reach out a finger, slowing nearing him to see if her visual matched a physical. Maybe she was just dreaming. She then hesitated, quickly sitting her hand down,embarrassed. Surely he thought she was weird. She could not talk to him...Her ears flattened again with her insecure expression, and then she looked up to the pretty charm she had been trying to grasp, wondering if she'd ever get to see it up close. She then turned back to Silas. She looked up to him and patted the ground. She lifted a hand to motion to everything in the tent, maybe even the tent itself, then she pointed to Silas with a tilt of the head. She was inquiring if this all belonged to him and possibly who he was. He wasn't malicious, and he seemed nice.