Sorian started to lumber forward when Kavala did, his massive hulking form overshadowing the fiery red sun in the seemingly reachable horizon looming over Sea of Grass. His heavy feet pressed into the soft grass delicately, even though he was well over 250 points in weight, and he said nothing as they traversed the landscape, their odd pairing casting an epic visage across the distant landscape. The direction they were heading to indeed startled him, as his azure eyes began to make out the shadow of Riverfall's massive natural land formations inching closer and closer in the midst of the illuminated fog. For a moment his steps grew even more cumbersome than before, a bit hesitant to move closer despite the apparent length which it would demand for them to reach the foot of its mountains. A gentle hum began to palpitate the air around him however, and he lurched forward as best he could, trying to keep up with the surprisingly sprightly Konti. He felt a shiver run down his strenuous spine when Kavala's gentle and soothing hands traced the muscles of his arm through its entire length, her delicate skin brushing a light warmth to his. In a moment of instinctive reaction, he slightly pulled it back, to which her hands slid down towards his open, cringing hand. It took him but a few seconds more to realize that she was not going to harm him, and he slowly let his arm descend back to his sides. The continuous soothing she heaped on him made his face contort with confusion, then settle down into a more relaxed mood; he did not know how to feel, nor did he know what to do. What he did know was it was such a tremendously comforting feeling for him, even though the manner of it might have been better suited for a creature of less sentience than he. The way she turned around to address him while in a loose embrace on his beastly arm solicited a wide-eyed reaction from him, and he looked down on the beautiful creature beside him with an awkwardly amicable gaze. There was usually nothing around him that could faze him, but there was something so striking about this Konti that made his cold lips twitch into a small smile once more, albeit it disappeared as soon as it came once the question had been brought to light. His eyes turned towards the pale gravity her own blue orbs emitted, and saw that she needed to the question more than she wanted it. "I... Lost... Someone dear to me." he mouthed, his eyes closing and his head bowing in an expression of ultimate sorrow. He seemed more like a wounded beast then than he had at any point during their short time together, and his teeth clenched together in bitter revulsion of what had happened to him, to this unknown woman he carried within his culled heart. His free hand reached up to grasp both sides of his eyes, then he lowered them slowly, his eyes looking up to the rising moon. A streak of blue ran down his eyes. "I realized the importance of my battle when I began to lose it, and I lost the battle when I lost her." he continued, as he kept walking with her towards what appeared to be a fence by a clearing in the growing darkness. It made him feel a bit more uncomfortable, because he truly did not know when the ambitiously evil being within him would spring out. But he relaxingly kept his poise and his manners as he spoke. "I knew that I had lost when I found myself... Running away, deep into the woods surrounding the great river. I felt horrible pain, pain as I had never felt, pain... It had been with me, serving as my constant companion ever since." Vague as his words were, they were all that he could muster for her at the moment, as the evil monster within him was trying to eke out an opening by carving up this long-hidden memory inside him. Still his inner struggle manifested only in a light shudder, one that Kavala would have felt if her hand was still attached to his arm. He hesitated again to follow her when she entered the clearing, as his more feral instincts distracted him when they caught sight of a majestic and powerful looking stallion galloping down their way. His muscles tensed in anticipation, and his powerful sharpened teeth bared themselves in a low guttural growl. But a sunny and musical laugh from Kavala stymied this development, and he soon found himself nodding in answer to her brief introduction of Wind to him, his legs striding slowly over the fence and into the Buckskin's territory. He felt no comfort when Wind started to trail them, and he moved forward more quickly, making sure its quiet movements did not make him revert back into a more unpleasant state. Two large gates soon came to view against, their rough hewn exterior standing proudly against the luminescence of the moonlight. The blue giant followed Kavala, only to be greeted by a large and courageous looking Ivaski, a growl shaping its lips into a toothy warning. Sorian's eyes sharpened, but he was not as anxious as he was earlier, and he merely let out a docile snort as he passed into the building's innards. His eyes carefully noted everything that is to be found there; construction tools, a fountain, a large circular pen. The sound of many animals filled his senses, but still, to his most pleasant surprise, he did not feel the need to take any of them for a meal. A large barn owl that rested on one of the parapets by the second story caught his attention, noticing that it had only one eye. He said nothing as Kavala introduced the place as Sanctuary, his head tilting with some train of thought. Perhaps the place could indeed be one for him, a sanctuary, though he highly doubted it. After all, casting off a hundred years' worth of self-doubt was no easy task for anyone, or anything. He followed her quietly into the building to the left, leading to a very large room with plain designs and little flavor. What unveiled before his eyes when she pushed back a large drape however, made them grow wide with remembrance. It was what a typical Akalak's habitation should look like, and it gently reminded him of the home he once had within Riverfall's steep rocks. He softly came back to a time when there was a gentler wind out to caress him, and when there were a lot more friendlier faces out to greet him. He could see clearly the faces he knew were long gone by now, especially hers. The hearth's empty furnace softened his gaze, making it lay back down onto the reality of his life: there had been nothing out for him but great tragedy and sorrow. He listened to her words with a feeling of rapture and regret, emotions which silently burned his heart with a desire to stay, yet he knew that he never could. He looked out at the open window, the blue moon casting a lonely feeling upon his form, and his next words revealed but a tiny fraction of the immense guilt he felt. If only his fate had been different, he would have been better able to find himself worthy of the treatment she had given him, and the kindness she had shown him. "I am... Not worthy enough to stay here, milady." he said, his eyes turning down towards the floors. "I thank you for your kindness, and I shall surely... try to harness my abilities to serve you in whatever capacity. I have not felt such kindness, not in an eternity of darkness. But I'm... Too dangerous to be kept around." A grieving bright blue tear ran down his scarred cheek. He had not felt so wanted and so unworthy at the same time as then. He mused over her last words, his towering form kneeling before her, his head bowed in another showcase of weakness. "I wish... I was worthy enough... To catch the tears that you shed in your heart. To soothe the pain that you carry inside you, and cast away the loneliness inside you. But I am not nearly good enough. If I had been like a stallion, or a wolf, I might have been. But I am so much less than they now. I am a beast, a monster. I cannot provide you with comfort or light. I'd like to stay, I'd like to so much. But like the song that you had sung for me... I cannot give up my pain. I cannot. And yet your kindness breaks my already broken heart." The trickles lapped down his chin, and fell on the floor, forming tiny puddles of sorrow that cast his reflection where they were supposed to be: downcast and downtrodden. "How can anyone save me now?" he asked out loud, his form trembling not with his inner demon, but with the unending pain he deeply regrets as an Akalak, as a sentient creature, as a being of thought and morality. |