Only fools would fight for lofty causes and goals so blindly.
[ Both Meridian and Zenith. He's had his time in the previous world, as short as that was, but it was enough to build scrutiny and wariness. It was investment and time lost in a gamble... That will not happen again. At least not until he feels secure and grounded.
He gives no attention to his hourglass, let alone Tyki's. All he hears is that the man leaning against the doorframe intends to stand in his way and pose as an obstacle. Tyki's words are mild, but it is deserving of his coldest and fiercest glower. Someone? Looking after him? ]
I don't need anyone.
[ The search for familiarity is rewarded. Like before, when pry and prod comes for Communion, territorial jaws snap at wrists—rejected. A whiff of hostility leaks in the split moment they connected, followed by an interrupted flood of murderous intent. Daggers come out from his coat in each hand, worn and chipped but sharp enough as long as its wielder doesn't mind carving into more flesh.
His injury doesn't slow him. In few strides, he dashes to his target. The murderous aura that was sensed in connection now emanates from his very person. ]
no subject
[ Both Meridian and Zenith. He's had his time in the previous world, as short as that was, but it was enough to build scrutiny and wariness. It was investment and time lost in a gamble... That will not happen again. At least not until he feels secure and grounded.
He gives no attention to his hourglass, let alone Tyki's. All he hears is that the man leaning against the doorframe intends to stand in his way and pose as an obstacle. Tyki's words are mild, but it is deserving of his coldest and fiercest glower. Someone? Looking after him? ]
I don't need anyone.
[ The search for familiarity is rewarded. Like before, when pry and prod comes for Communion, territorial jaws snap at wrists—rejected. A whiff of hostility leaks in the split moment they connected, followed by an interrupted flood of murderous intent. Daggers come out from his coat in each hand, worn and chipped but sharp enough as long as its wielder doesn't mind carving into more flesh.
His injury doesn't slow him. In few strides, he dashes to his target. The murderous aura that was sensed in connection now emanates from his very person. ]