In a New Land (Open)

[Rykker Whitevine]

Rykker hadn't meant to intimidate Frost with his actions of mild irritation at her for her actions, he just couldn't hold in his emotions when they were hit. Vantha were very emotional individuals and he was emotional, however, his father's temperament in him made him not as emotional as some might be. He nodded when she commented on his compliments to her demeanor. She was someone he did want to get to know a lot better. Both sides of her intrigued him, not that she could communicate with her wolf form as well as her human form, but she was doing a good job in her little wolfy way when they had been together. He found both her personalities cute, even if he had an idea if he were to voice that he might find himself with a chunk of him missing somewhere. That thought amused him and a slight smile crossed his lips. "Well it seems like we have a good chance of becoming good friends. We both have two major ingredients in the formula of friendship. Those two things are the desire to be such." His smile was still lingering as he said that. "I think this will be a start of a grand adventure between us, don't you think?" He said this as he turned back around toward her, however he saw she was curious about his scars. He frowned slightly as she touched them, and he spoke softly, "Part of my past...War wounds of being a slave, plus some from being half a Zith and not being quite accepted from some of my kin..." He shrugged his shoulders, and shuddered slightly, in a good way, from her touch on his back. He hadn't been touched much except from his mother, but he definitely didn't feel like the touch that Frost just gave him with his mother. What was going on with him? Most times he was distant, wary, and even a bit mean to those around him. It was his defense mechanism to keep most away, keep them from hurting him. All of a sudden he felt very shy when she mentioned about the room situation. Why had he asked that? What had possessed him. What did he want from her? "Ummm... Well..." His eyes went a bit more redder in anxiety, as he tried to figure out what he wanted, why, and how to explain it to this woman that really he had just met, and yet didn't want her to leave, and then like some teenager trying to ask a girl out for the first time he blurted it out all at once. "Idon'twantyoutoleavejustyet." He blinked, shook his head, and smirked as he chuckled nervously, and then slowed down his first request. "I would like it if you would think about staying with me tonight. I like your company, and ...." He stalled out, how was this so hard. It wasn't like this was the first time he had spoke to a girl, however, it was the first time he had, had such strong feelings for a female. Most the females he knew were just friends, as a slave he wasn't really allowed to fraternize with the other slaves in anything but a friendly working way. "Well..." He took a deep breath and then just decided like everything else he was just going to put it out there. "I find that I feel an unusual attraction toward you... Even though we just met..." He looked at her uncertainty and the red taking over more of his eyes then the gold as he showed his anxiety and vulnerability. "Is that crazy? Or normal?"