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Belsam had no home. Had no territory. Had no ties. He wandered where ever he wanted. He slept where he wished. It was a good and free life for the cursed centaur. Though the war raged on, Belsam wasn't in the mood to pummel anyone right now. He had not gotten his fill. Oh no. Not by far! However, the Cursed male found himself gnawed upon by a bit of wanderlust. Or maybe it was just the ever irritating need to distance himself from Riorden and his obscenely off key singing.

Belsam had come upon a delightful ring of tree's growing up between the cracked stones of what had once been a very large boulder. Within their center was a clearing of grass just big enough for two or three centaurs. With a high stone wall surrounding two thirds of the clearing. Stunted tree's with exposed roots burrowed their way into the deep cracks of the stones. The final third section had been merely covered by thorny bushes, which Belsam had taken delight in stomping and trampling a path through. The thorns had scratched at his legs and flanks, leaving pleasantly stinging wounds that scabbed over quickly. He had been pondering dragging some of the surprisingly fragrant thorn branches into the clearing to make a bedding for himself to lay upon when he'd caught the measured thumps of a four legged creature at a run. Belsam had slowly picked his way through some bushes to peer about for the source of the sound.

Obsidian's voice reached him before he caught sight of her. With a tilt of his horned head, he lightly hopped over a small fallen tree. As he lifted his head, a smirk was already plastered on his face. "Well now. Check you out." He commented while raking his eyes over the finned back of the female centaur. "Watch who your calling a sorry soul, little filly. My soul is never sorry for anything it does." He warned Obsidian as he snapped his tail to accent his words final point.

Belsam took slow and precise steps with his little red hooves. he never glanced downwards, as his single eye remained fixed on Obsidian. He may have been a centaur, but his movements mimicked those of a predator. The pointed tip of his tail curled upwards over his back in the manner one might see with a scorpions tail. "Threat?" Belsam calmly repeated Obsidian's choice of words. "Filly. I'm a threat to everything and every one. When I say I'm not a threat, you can be sure I'm lying." The male lifted his head and gave his head a slight shake, causing his read hair to sweep back over his ears while his horns raked through some low hanging branches.

Belsam reserved making any opinions of the female beyond the initial physical ones. She was interesting. With her fin, and tail, and lack of eyes. She had nice colors to her as well. The silver hair reflected the moonlight nicely from the angle Belsam was standing. "My intentions.." he drawled slowly. Belsam ran his fingers over the front of his jacket where it was parted. "Well that would depend. If your one of those weak ones who have taken up with one of those Gods...then I'd have to say my intentions will be to pull your legs off at the joins, bury the parts in random parts of the forest, and see how long it takes you to find each one." Belsam's lips pulled back into a widening grin that exposed the sharpened points of his teeth. "Are you?"

Carefully Belsam took a few more approaching steps towards Obsidian. In the darkness she appeared to blend almost perfectly into the shadows under the trees. Were it not for her white hair and accents she'd be indistinguishable from the shades around her. "Naivety was never a trait I've had." He shared with a slowly growing expression of smugness. His head tilted to one side, and he nodded his horns back the way he had come. "It's gettin a bit nippy out here, how about you come back here with me. I got a nice little cozy nitch and we can talk a bit more. What is it about the Gods that convinced you that they were the weak pathetic wastes that they are?" His single eye glinted as he watched the females lips for another hint of that strange tongue of hers.

(>.<' I am sorry. My post has taken so long and it's not that great.)

Belsam had a touch of a grin upon his lips as he followed Obsidian through the narrow parting he had forced in the thorn bushes. The clearing he had tramped down was only a few body lengths within, so her answer would be given by the time they reached the center. Belsam lightly pawed at some of the broken thorn branches as he considered his own response. "Gods ain't the only things conceited. They just have enough power to fulfill their childish whims." He stated before choosing a spot to lower himself down upon. Belsam lowered his eyes to the ground, and with a malicious intent he stabbed his sharp tail tip at a scurrying bug. "The way I see it. Anyone can become a God, with the right amount of power." Belsam lifted his gaze and fixed it on Obsidian. "What I resent is their purpose. Haven't you noticed how each God oversee's some aspect of the world? They bring a sense of order and control." Casually Belsam lifted his tail tip up, and he inspected the death struggles of the insect speared by the tip. "I live on the chaos of the world. The disorder and mayhem. Give me madness and strife and unchecked depths of depravity that can come only when one is truly free."