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It was dark again.

Finally, really, and not a moment too soon. Roho was well aware of the way Khalla looked at him every time dawn came and how she'd noticed he was not a morning lion. In fact, that was putting it nicely; the large black lion was prone to stumbling and nearly falling flat on his face if he wasn't careful. Dawn had a negative effect on him, in that it lulled him to sleep. Or near sleep; he was so used to simply vanishing and resting during the waking hours that his body had taken the daily walks... harshly, needless to say. He was also sure that his intolerance for light stemmed from his domain, actually, but he didn't wish to even start to open that particular can of worms.

Not while Khalla was around anyhow.

Red hues eyes squinted where the sun set and the large lion let out a long sigh, happy that they'd be able to travel a little while within his domain, rather than out in the open. Daylight made him nervous; there were few places he could hide within, and even fewer place he could actually hide the mortal that had become his travelling companion, within. If an attack should come, he'd be force to tackle it head on, rather than melt away into the darkness and hide, "Why is it you prefer to travel by daylight, anyhow?" while talking to her had become a bit easier over the past few days, and despite the fact she'd given him some information about herself and her old pride, he was missing a lot of the details still, "I've always preferred the dark. It lets me hide. I feel rather.... bare and naked in the sun,"not to mention he was comically clumsy, which was quite the contradiction to his large, almost scary form, "I find the darkness to be more safe... " then he lowered his voice to a mumble, "And I have less of a tendency to stumble in the dark too..."

"Well..." he paused as if in an attempt to consider her words fully, frowning when he noticed he had no real answer he could give her. At least not one that made actual sense without telling her exactly whom he was, "I feel bare," he repeated, well aware of just how lame that sounded, "Everyone can see me when I'm out by daylight. Anyone can see me coming from a mile away... and there's nowhere to hide. If someone were to attack, there'd be nothing to do but attack back, while in the dark it's easy to avoid a fight," it was a strange statement coming from someone so large; it was obvious that in a fight, Roho had the advantage over most rogues, for not only was his large, but his frame seemed almost built for battle. Queer how... he seemed so very uninterested in fights, to the point Khalla would have probably noticed how willing he was to avoid trouble, going around it, rather than facing it.

It wasn't that he was a coward, and it wasn't that he thought himself weak; it had more to do with his willingness to cause pain onto others and his fear of mortals, really. Then again, he was doing rather well in that later department, as far as he was concerned; while it was true he was hiding his true form from the female beside him, he was talking openly at her, going as far as travelling with her and holding conversations that were rather insightful, if he did say so himself.

Whoo hoo! Yay him!

His thoughts were pierced as she continued to talk, and the God found himself looking down, his head tilting with almost child-like curiosity. While he had heard and been witness of the different religions within many prides (always from afar though), the concept interested him, "Enye Giza?" he tested the name, as if figuring that saying it would cause the being to materialise in front of them, "Whose that?" his ears had flattened back into his white mane though, almost as if somehow fearing the answer he was bound to get.

Roho had to refrain from physically facepalming as the female answered his question. In all honesty, he'd half expected that answer, and yet listening to it, made him wish he could either headwall or facepalm, even if either action would have made him look rather silly indeed, not to mention suspicious. As it was however, all the God was able to do, was to shrink slightly into himself, his ears flattening back till they vanished into his bright mane, "I... I see..." he murmured, trying for all his worth to sound unconcerned. Despite his best attempt however, Roho knew he looked slightly awkward and rattled by the tale.

It wasn't his fault though; a whole pride (even if said pride was long gone, as she'd earlier mentioned) that feared him specifically and seemed to categorise him with evil and all the wrongs in the world was... well, a slightly bombshell to have dropped on him. They feared him; oh the irony, ooooooh the horrible, delicious, evil irony, "What does..." a pause as he cleared his throat slightly, turning his eyes to look at her steadily, morbidly curious, "What does this being look like, exactly?" the words were murmured, and they hadn't left his throat when he realised that he was a glutton for punishment, because he could half anticipate what the damned answer was going to be.

Either that, or he was a masochist. Either or. He wasn't sure which just yet.

Then he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if willing to look and sound serious, "You're safe," he told her as she shuddered, no doubt due to the conversation they were having; he had no place in telling her that what she believed in was 'wrong', nor had he any place to question the religion of any given pride. All he could do was assured her of what little he knew, "He... it won't hurt you. I told you I'd see you safely where you want to go. I won't let it," while he wasn't prone to fights, there had been a time, long back where he's taken quite a bit of pleasure in the pain and fear of mortals, thus so, he knew from experience that push come to shove, he would be able to protect not only himself, but her as well. The irony was that he practicaly embodied that what she most feared... and yet he was willing to protect her from it; from himself.

Oh, if she'd known the truth; what was really frightening him was the sheer possibility that perhaps he'd inspired something as terrible as this being she spoke of. Of course, he knew that the mythological being the girl talked about was not HIM, per say, however, the image she was painting was too close for comfort. Way too close; almost as if someone had spotted him, and had been frightened enough to think him the embodiment of all things bad. Needless to say, it was disheartening, specially when he'd been... semi sure he'd been making quite a lot of progress.

Roho had to refrain the groan that bubbled up his throat, not to mention the need to bash his head against the nearest tree. The description was more than enough to make him certain that this Enye Giza was no other than he, himself. More or less anyhow; while he knew it wasn't 'him', his appearance had been used to create this being within this pride's mind. Frustration bubbled in the pit of his stomach, and his ears flopped back, as if defeated by the concept; it saddened him to know that he could no longer toy with the idea of showing himself for whom he really was in front of her. There was no way she'd see him and accept him, now. There was simply no way she'd manage to swim past the misconception she had of him (while he knew it wasn't a misconception, for evil needed a face that mortals could recognise, the god wasn't all too happy to learn that it was HIS face that was being used for such a motive).

Letting out a sigh, he turned to look at her, a sad smile playing at his maw even as they padded along, her pridal grounds visible in the distance, "Evil needs a face others can recognise," despite what he was saying, he sounded obviously defeated, almost as if he'd been fighting a physical battle and he'd just lost, "Let's hurry then, I don't like to take chances and toy with fate or karma. These are your lands, and you know best what's dangerous what is not. I'll protect you to the best of my abilities," it'd been... so long since he'd honestly said such words.

A nod was her answer as he smiled again; sadly, it was still the same discouraged smile that he'd only just briefly offered her moments ago. In his defense though, he had never really honestly paused to think the concequences of his actions. He'd stopped to help a random stronger (something he did not regret, for he was sure anyone with a bit of a soul and common sense would have done likewise), and had gotten... close to her, despite what his mind had screamed at him. He knew what the consequence for getting close to mortals was; Roho could practically summon the mental image of her disgusted, terrified features into his mind, and he was forced to close his eyes against the terrible vision.

So far into his own thoughts was he, that he never noticed the fact they had reached the so called 'hilly range', and thus, he was padding by the side of a small, albeit steep cliff. His eyes strayed unconsciously towards what Khalla had called 'the forbidden lands', and Roho found himself frowning, idly wondering if he'd ever visited that place within his life span; possibly he had, he simply... could not remember though. He'd lived for such a long, long time. Distraction caused him to trip as he walked and he found himself stumbling a pace forward to catch himself. Glaring back at the rock he's tripped on, the God snorted, "Treacherous place, isn't it?" it was the first he'd said since their small conversation; at least the tripping had given him a reason to snap out of his dark thoughts.

Oh, he probably knew more about Enya Giza than she would have thought possible. In a way, that creature was created due to fear for his domain; mortals created him to be what they thought was most appropriate, and sadly, very few of them thought of darkness as a comforting, safe place. Alas, he had felt that for now, it was probably best to drop the whole theme and let it rest. No doubt she had question for him; he knew she did, but for now he couldn't face the mental image he'd conjured. Maybe... some day he'd feel guilty enough to confront her over what he knew, but not now.

He shook his paw slightly from where he'd hurt himself, looking down the side of the cliff, "Unfortunate indeed," he murmured, though deep down, he knew that if he'd fallen... well, he could have saved himself. He'd just lost a friend. Shaking the thought out of his mind, he turned his head to watch the female, "Patience is a virtue," it was something he believed in firmly; after all, as a god, he had all the time in the world, "And it's a good place to set the borders at. Keeps danger at bay, even if it seems like an odd location. Your founders were wise," that said he continued to pad into the land, however, despite his words, he still felt slightly upset. His thoughts haunted him. That much was visible to the world around him, "I hope you're right, and that this place can allow me to put my ghosts at rest."

He still had nightmares from long, long ago. Perhaps, just perhaps, this would be the land to cure him. Perhaps this was what he needed; perhaps it was fate that had brought her to him, or him to her. Perhaps he was just a pawn in someone else's game, even despite his immortality... wouldn't that have been an irony?