Wrath watched the woman with such curiosity. He never knew what her next move may be or what would come out of her mouth next. Each moment that passed, brought a fun array of antics to what would have been a dreadfully boring day had he not ran into her. The second she started to moved closer to him, his muscles tensed on instinct should he be attacked. The impulse soon faded as Celestine bent toward to work on taking of her boots?
"Wouldn't have the slightest clue," he responded as a stray eyebrow found itself hoisted higher than the other as he watched her try to attempt what would normally be an easy task. How could she do this with only one arm? Wrath almost opened his mouth to offer to help but bit his tongue back in the second he thought to do so. Tarsians were prideful to begin with and with how their conversation had been going, it definitely would have solicited some well warranted crude gestures or words.
"Love and support huh?" The idea was a foreign concept to him. If it had not been so obvious, it wasn't like he had many friends to begin with and he already answered about his lack of parents. "You're pretty lucky to have them then. Most of us 'parentless' rely on our clans, if ever, should we need something. Not sure love and support fall in that category, but maybe support with a kill..." It was all he really knew. Kill and hunt. Who needed friends anyways?
"Wouldn't have the slightest clue," he responded as a stray eyebrow found itself hoisted higher than the other as he watched her try to attempt what would normally be an easy task. How could she do this with only one arm? Wrath almost opened his mouth to offer to help but bit his tongue back in the second he thought to do so. Tarsians were prideful to begin with and with how their conversation had been going, it definitely would have solicited some well warranted crude gestures or words.
"Love and support huh?" The idea was a foreign concept to him. If it had not been so obvious, it wasn't like he had many friends to begin with and he already answered about his lack of parents. "You're pretty lucky to have them then. Most of us 'parentless' rely on our clans, if ever, should we need something. Not sure love and support fall in that category, but maybe support with a kill..." It was all he really knew. Kill and hunt. Who needed friends anyways?
