Encounters on the Road

I think on your words as i think through every encounter i have had with the beasts of the forests. It always came with much preparation beforehand, and much planning with every encounter. It makes me pause for a bit as i think on why would i do that if i don't fear death supposedly. Do i just plan so much that i never have to face the true fact of death since i make sure i never have to face it? If that is true it makes me curious what this new prey that is both a top of the food chain, and bottom of it would have to bring to me. Humans both showing they can be manipulated if their is such things as illusions that they all believe, and yet at the same time they are the most unpredictable thing since not every human follows the same pattern. I just smile a bit wondering what these humans will be like when i face them. Still not viewing myself as part of them since i am from the wilds not really considering myself man. Seeing myself more like the beasts i hunt being to ignorant of the world to deem myself a human just yet.

I then smile happily hearing you will teach me as i hear your conditions as they seem reasonable. Seeing this partnership in pack terminology and understanding. The lowers obey the Alpha with no hesitation and don't prey where they don't need to. That seeming very easy to follow since it is something i can perfectly understand and do. Then comes the part about training me how to fight. That interests me a bit knowing you do different magic so it makes me curious on how you will try to train me in all of this. I can only assume it will be through lots of combat practice where i will be forced to learn on the fly. Verus you never have to worry about me being scared off by easy. If things were easy then the thrill of the hunt would be lost and that is never a fun incident to happen. Now then i believe you can lead the way mister Verus. I say with a smile as i quickly discover something that would be good to know. If we ever get separated do to either you giving me a task, or just being split up in general how would we get in contact once again? I ask seeing that as a important matter to discuss.

Oras wasn't sure how she would have responded to him, particularly the silence and frustration in his voice. However when she smiled it nearly made him sigh again. She didn't seem discouraged by his demands, and even seemed willing to go through with them. Just what was he getting himself into here? Why on earth had he agreed? He could have denied her request and moved on. If need be he could have made himself invisible and silent to her and vanish forever. Her problems shouldn't be his problems, why the devil should he care about her? While it was certainly true that she could die without him there to protect her, he understood that he couldn't protect everyone. However. She shared her story to him. How she had watched her parents cruelly murdered in front of her and was intelligent enough to be able to escape her attackers, survive the wilderness and learn from it without a mentor. In addition, while he hated to admit it, he did long for someone whom he could work with. Despite his bad encounters with Ruvel and Moon, with Ruvel's minefield like personality and Moon's lack of cooperation. Amora didn't seem to be either of these two and could be the balance he'd been looking for.

He looked at her for a moment, wondering what the future would hold now. He listened to her as she mentioned how she enjoyed the thrill of the chase and thus she wouldn't be scared off easy. Thrill of the hunt? Oras believed he understood what she meant by that. He had taken down a criminal by the name of Jacob Goodnight not too long ago and he was a far more intelligent foe than anyone else he had seen. It was a decent challenge to take him down but he did so in the end. It was interesting to face the man's challenges and skills, and while he was still no match for Oras it was good to know that he was now encountering foes who proved an effort to take down for once. He then heard Amora ask him to lead the way and grunted when he heard her call him 'mister', clearly not enjoying the title.

As he began to continue down the path he had originally been taking, she asked him a question and he couldn't help but smile. She was a quick thinker he noticed. Able to figure out the important questions rather than wasting time with idle questions. "We'll pick up an enchanted item that will allow us to communicate telepathically. Now for the rules. You don't disobey me no matter what. Don't speak to anyone or touch anything in the towns until you have an understanding of how they work, or I give you permission to. You don't go anywhere unless I tell you to. When we get to the next town, we'll find you some gear and an outfit that is suited for combat at all times."

I listen and nod my head finding that it makes sense to not touch things i don't understand. Since if i do i might accidentally cause massive damage to the places where people sleep. It does make me curious though what could be a in a town that would be to dangerous to touch out of idle curiosity. It makes me wonder what these towns have created if they can create things that....actually i don't know what that word means. However, i just keep silent knowing asking would be a waste, and it would be lots more fun to figure out what the word telepathically means in the moment. I can already feel the excitement, worry, anxiety, and happiness at the thought of entering a town flow through my body.

I pout hearing all these restrictions on my actions however. Not liking one bit of them after having been totally free for years. The idea of having been told to go, and what to touch and do making me annoyed, and it shows very obviously on my face at such a thing. Furthermore, i'm being denied my comfortable clothes i love to wear. As i go to speak i make sure to not say mister since i noticed the dissatisfied sound you made when i did. Verus I prefer my comfortable clothes they have proved valuable in dealing with the beasts. I am sure they can handle basic things. Right? I say unsure at the end once again finding my lack of knowledge to leave me unsure of my decisions, and the fact that i don't know what people are capable of making me both annoyed, but also excited. Knowing that any hunt i approach will mean new variables and challenges that will be amazing.

Oras had turned to her when he told her the rules, and while she seemed to understand one of them, she clearly disliked the others. Rules cast restrictions on others not to take away their freedom, but to protect them. He had no hint as to how much of the human culture she did not know. Until then he needed her to obey him and keep from touching or talking with anyone or anything. She also didn't know the towns, nor would she recognize the more dangerous or manipulative places and people either. Thus she would stay by him until he was certain she could handle herself in that sense. He could see the frustration burning in her but she would learn. Oras wasn't the type to put in rules to protect himself, nor to control others. Unlike other people who abuse their power because they fear the loss of it, he was only placing rules that would keep her from doing any permanent damage to herself.

She then blurted out how her clothes were comfortable and how she could handle basic things. He should have expected this. He knew it would be pointless to add a rule stating to not question him in that manner as she would undoubtedly do so continuously. He would simply have to knock out her reasons quickly and efficiently one by one. He could only hope that she wouldn't release a stream of questions, complaints, and arguments after he had destroyed her current ones. "Firstly. No one said combat ready gear was uncomfortable. It only means you can enter a real fight at any time." He pulled his cloak back a little so she could see the void pouches on his hips, as well as the dagger sheath's under them before letting go of the cloak. "If your enemy does not know your weapons, or strength, it gives you the advantage. That loose jacket of yours makes it more difficult to move your upper limbs as you are dragging it behind you. We need to find you something lighter to act as a second skin rather than a snake that won't let go of it's old skin. I would prefer you to get a mask as well however I doubt that you will. It aids in preventing opponents from knowing where you are looking, what your reactions are, and to keep them from reading your eyes. The saying is 'the eyes are the windows to your soul'. If you do not wish for a mask, I at least recommend a hood or cowl. Finally, I would get a strong cloth for your arms, hands, legs and feet. This will help you from harming yourself when going hand to hand with a powerful opponent. There are wizards out there that make bear's look like a flea when it comes to raw strength."

He continued to walk, hoping that she wouldn't argue and listen to him. There were other points to make but those could wait another time. "As for 'basic things', you don't know the human culture well. I need to see just how much you don't know, and then I can determine from there what you can do without causing too much trouble, as well as give me somewhere to start in explaining the culture."

As you tell me the reasons behind your logic of the clothing i still feel a bit irked by the idea of changing my clothing. However, i understand what you are saying and how each point is a use in things. I have momentary pause at the idea of hiding my weapons from other humans. Why would i need to hide them? I try to solve the answer without asking and then realizes the drastic difference between humans and animals. Humans can have everything animals do, and then some. Humans are smarter, more cunning, stronger, faster, and can outclass any animal i have fought in the wild. I grin realizing this as i am that much more excited to see what humans can actually do in combat when faced with me.

I think over the clothing options presented and i know i instantly don't want a mask upon my face. Easily preferring whatever this cowl thing could be. Wanting that since the word sounds interesting enough for me to want to see what it looks like. I then hear you mention strong cloth as i just shrug deciding to see what you are going to show me for a combat outfit. Figuring if anything i can try to keep my old clothes somewhere for sentimental purposes, or if i'm not allowed to keep these clothes it will be a bummer losing them but i can always make new ones.

I just listen calmly as you mention how i don't know anything about your culture or any culture of this land. However, the part about causing trouble makes me grin a bit wondering what i can get away with, and what i can do that would cause some kind of trouble do to my ignorance. I try to think of something that would cause problems and can only come up with the idea i might him some sort of Alpha in these towns. That is the only idea i could come up with in terms of causing trouble.

So verus. If you don't trust anyone, or at the very least slow going on that. That means Verus isn't your actual name is it? I ask curiously the idea of that popping in my head as i thought on your nature of hiding yourself and what you can do. That idea of hiding your name not seeming to far off from what i know. That you don't like trusting others with much, so why would you trust someone with your name if you don't even want them seeing your eyes to easily.

He watched her reactions as he spoke and was pleased to see that she was beginning to understand his reasoning. It was obviously clear however that she did not wish to wear a mask at all. He thought about what he could do to persuade her. Perhaps there could be a set of contacts, enchanted so that no one could see her eyes. Instead they would see a false set of eyes, and that would remove the danger of others reading her off of them. However he very much doubted she would even consider that option. Chances of this were just about one percent. It wasn't even worth considering. He decided to put the matter out of his mind. They'd deal with the issue once the hit the next town. He was furious with having to use his jewels in this manner though. He wanted to save up for the proper knowledge for creating spells he could actually use. He had rank C magic now and most of his spells didn't function the way he had hoped. He needed to come up with a secondary strategy. Come up with spells that could and would work individually, but also spells that could enhance his current abilities, make them more efficient, or potent.

He spotted her grin and looked at her through the corner of his visor as he walked. He retraced his thoughts to what he was telling her before she had grinned. It was specifically about her causing trouble and he was hoping that she didn't intent to disobey him. If she did then she would pay for it. He needed someone who could determine what the best option, solution and outcome, and she couldn't do that if she didn't know the culture, and learned. She couldn't learn if she didn't obey him. Of course there were certain times where disobeying did help as some people only learned by making mistakes and failing. Oras? He learned by observing others and figuring it out. He doubted she could do so however as she had never encountered any sort of enchantments, machinery, or anything outside the forest, caves and mountains. Damn he had so much he had to go over when it came time for it.

She then asked him if Verus wasn't his real name, and shared with him how she had come to that conclusion. He didn't turn his head around to look at her as he continued to walk. "You are correct, it is nothing more than an alias. I have many reasons for this, but the main reason is if any organization, whether dark guild or not, has a target on my head. I can remove disguises and use my real name, officially vanishing off the radar and becoming unidentifiable. I strongly suggest you give yourself an alias as well, understood?" There was, of course, an additional reason he used an Alias. He hated the child of his past. He wished to forget it and leave it locked up.

what are guilds? i can understand dark means something evil or bad, but i never heard the term guild before Verus. I tell you curiously as i look towards the sky and nods my head seeing it is time for things to start being set up. Also Verus we should stop for the night before it gets to dark. We need to make sure to set up our domain of protection, so the beasts know to not come near or face death. I say casually as i start looking for a place that would fit perfectly to what is needed for good shelter from what i know of it. Strong branches to form a structure, wood to make a fire, and a area where you can reduce where enemies are coming. Through either means of traps placed by us, or natural fortifications such as a cliff or cave.

After saying what i wish to say i glance around knowing i have many more questions that could be asked. However, the phrase learning by doing is the most appropriate to how i have learned things during my time in the wild. Also, their was the books i had stolen from merchants passing, but the books were learn by doing since i had no mentor to teach me how to do it exactly. I then think to these towns that are supposedly dangerous do to these organizations that are out their. Making them sound like groups that are hunting humans for whatever reason they could have. That fact making me a bit confused why the same species would fight over anything besides land, but it doesn't sound like land but for some other reasons that i can't grasp. I look towards you for a brief moment waiting to hear the answer to my question. Knowing i can't solve much more beyond what i have in my mind until i hear more of these dark guilds, or just guilds in general.

Oras listened to her question of what a guild was. He supposed they'd be starting with terminology then. "Think of it as a human pack. A collection of wizards who share a similar or identical goal or purpose, or ideals. Wizards gather together to become stronger and seek glory and fame as a guild. Each guild has a guild hall, or base of operations, and they take on jobs to collect jewel and spread their names. Dark guilds are wizards who live outside the law and have their own purposes. However I suspect that dark guilds aren't the only guilds out there that have a secret goal in mind. I don't trust any of the guilds, dark or legal. Nor do I care to join any of them. Most of them are fools in my opinion. Even if you are stronger with numbers, you can't work with someone who doesn't share your logic, opinion, trust, or if they just don't work well with you in general."

Once he answered her, she then asked if they should be setting up camp now since it was getting dark. He was afraid of that. He had consumed so much time with this girl that it was late evening already. He was really wasting his time here. He summoned his illusions in the forest but made them faint so she wouldn't notice them, and saw what they saw as they made their way through the trees. Before long he found a spot that would work and turned abruptly towards the trees. He began to make his way through them, his illusions vanishing quicker than you could blink. He walked over to a small break in the trees and let his pack slide from his shoulders, bending down to open it up and pulled out the supplies for the tent. The standing poles, the tarp, the cloth for the ground of the tent. Once he had these out he gestured for Amora to come over. "Let me show you how to set up a tent."

He started by explaining what a tent was, what it would look like when finished, and what all the materials for setting up the tent were for. After that he would begin to show her the appropriate steps to setting it up correctly. Not long after that he would stand up and nod to a pile of small logs and sticks that neither of them had collected. It was in fact the illusions, but she would not have noticed them. "I assume you know how to start a fire." He then walked into the forest again and looked around for logs that they could sit on, finding two acceptable sources. He placed them near the makeshift fire and waited until she was done before gesturing her to stand up. Once she did, he would send a punch her way, careful to strike towards her shoulder and not her head as her neck was already injured, though it was most likely scabbed over by now.

Well if those human packs work towards those goals then they sound very ineffective and not like a pack very much. Packs from what i have seen are about community and protection. The protection part seeming like the only aspect those guilds can reflect similarly. To be aiming for this fame, and glory sounds like betrayal that you speak of could happen at any second. That they would betray each other if it means getting stronger. I say with a shrug not finding these guilds to be anything special if those are the girls they go for. Money, and fame doesn't really sound that appealing. The only thing that matters is survival and if death arrives and their is no escape. To face it with no fear or qualms about it.

Also i know how to set up a tent, fire, and anything else really that you humans use for basic survival out here. Having made such structures out of what nature provides to try and keep me safe. I mean how do you think i have added fur to these clothing that i have on me? I say with a smile on my face as i watch you make the tent. Humans are surprisingly easy to steal from if you can figure out the time where they don't bother looking, or start to get complacent with themselves. That is how i know basic survival, and have clothing. Taking from those merchants who looked really fancy and shiny. They seemed like fair targets to take from unlike those ones who look like they are barely surviving.

As you come back with wood to start a fire i get up from the ground as you gesture me to do so. However, as i see the punch i raise my hand to try and block the attack with narrowed eyes. As i then remember what you have had on you. Those sharp bladed weapons. I quickly jump back away instead of trying to block the fist that was aimed at me encase a dagger came out from your hand. Treating this like real combat as i get close to the ground my hand on the ground ready to grip it or send out earthen attacks. Figuring this has some sort of meaning. Most likely being prepared for anything is what my mind has made up the reason for the punch was, and just another part of my training you said you would put me through.

Oras shrugged on her comment. "Yes and no. Believe it or not, several guilds work well together, while there are others, as you've said, who don't work the best together. When I say fame, I mean they seek fame as a guild, not individually, though they do give wizards ranks, achievements and positions in order to give them something to shoot for. Dark guilds are the sorts of guilds that are likely to betray one another. Several guilds look after one another, help each other when they need it, and treat each other like family. Unlike most wizards however, who work well with others since they do not understand the basics of survival. I work best alone. I have yet to encounter any individual whom I can put any sort of trust in. Without trust, without the ability to work with another individual properly. There can be no partnership. No alliance."

He listened as she mentioned how she could indeed set up a tent, start a fire, and other such things. This was good. So she understood the basics of camping then. It would certainly save them time when on the road. And time was always valuable. She also mentioned how it was surprisingly easy to steal things from humans, including the merchants with fancy clothing. Oras didn't care that she stole from merchants as she was attempting to learn and survive, as well as the fact that the merchants she was speaking of were probably utter morons. "Not everyone is that incompetent. Be cautious when you try something like that again. I also would not recommend doing so any time soon. I will teach you the art, but you must not use it until you know which situations are appropriate for that sort of thing."

Her reaction didn't disappoint him and she immediately switched to battle positions, blocking the attack. He saw her narrow her eyes and knew they were on the same page. She leaped quickly back, no doubt to avoid his blades. A good attempt. But. Oras shot forward quickly, grabbing her arm and twisting it so that she'd lose her balance. When she did, he would swipe his legs at hers, that would cause her to trip. When she was in the air, he'd jab his elbow down into her midriff with much force, causing her to crash into the ground. He stood there for a moment, looking down through his visor. He knew she had no experience, or knowledge, of martial arts or it's techniques. She never had to fight someone with high intelligence before after all. He wouldn't however, offer her a hand. She needed to get stronger and handle herself. He took a few steps back however, to give her a hint to get up and continue.

Then their are guilds worth trusting and these dark guilds are ones to stay away from then? I say softly as i then pause and shake my heads as i look from your eyes. if these people trust each other then they are being to trusting like Verus describes me as. If that is the case he would view both guilds as some level of dangerous or stupid for putting themselves at risk of a person betraying them. So it doesn't matter which one is to trusting so they can be betrayed, and the other is filled to the brim with those types of people. I say trying to piece what you are telling me together from what i know. That means neither is a safe option to go to.

My eyes widen as you dash forward and grab my arm and start doing things that i have trouble comprehending only knowing that my arm, back and front hurts a bit as i groan softly. I make myself get up as fast as i can and looks towards you now in a slightly more relaxed stance. Still tense like i could jump back to protect myself at a moment's notice, but relaxed enough that i could ease into being peaceful if i don't see signs of another attack. What...was that? I say very confused not having seen or experienced what just happened within that sort amount of time.

As he had expected, she had reacted in complete and utter shock from what had happened. He then saw her get up in a slightly relaxed position, attempting to be ready for either scenario. That was where she made a mistake. When against a threat, you needed to be ready at all times. Not just when you're considering it. It was a weakness and he would exploit it. He launched at her again while she was in the middle of her question, not giving her a chance to react. This time he would leap over her, flipping upside down and grabbing her shoulders, using his speed, force and momentum, to pull her down with him. While he bent his knees and landed on his feet, she'd be falling down on her back, two daggers piercing the ground on both sides of her head. The strikes were close enough where she would feel the metal, but it would not have cut her in any way.

"When you fight a human, do you think it's the same as fighting an animal?" He let go of his daggers, leaving them there in the ground as he stood up straight. "An animal knows two methods: Strike, and retreat. When it comes to humans, the methods, tools, techniques, strategies, tactics and skills created and designed for combat is limitless. Martial arts is one of the more common ones and focuses on hand to hand combat. If you do not know at least this, then you will surely die. No question. Every night we will fight until you fall to the ground from sheer exhaustion, or until you can best me thrice. Tonight is only a practice round due to the cut on your neck. Tomorrow, you will forget what the word mercy means. Your enemies will never show you mercy, so why should I? Do we have an understanding?"

I yip slightly in fear at the sudden charge and then very soon after being put upon the ground again. I don't feel that bad till daggers are placed near my head. I stiffen up slightly as my hands go towards the earth instinctively to form weapons. However, after seeing no more attacks happen i relax my hand if ever so slightly while keeping my eyes narrowed now. I slowly get myself back up as i keep in mind the things i have learned. Humans are craft, their are ways to manipulate people, never share my name, don't be to trusting, and i don't know much about how humans fight or what they created. I sigh softly realizing i have a very long way to go in terms of fighting and understanding it seems.

I look down for a bit as i figure that beast will have to learn how to adapt to human behaviors. I clench my hands finding the idea of that odd, but necessary if i wish to get anywhere with this culture. I understand Verus. I say calmly my tone not being the cheerful one, but instead slightly cold, as i look at you as i don't allow my stance to relax at all. I then look towards the ground and grabs a bit of the earth forming a dagger, and sewing needle as i don't really care as i start cutting my jacket, and sewing it back up. When once it is finished the sleeves will fit closer to the body to prevent them from slowing me down. Just following your advice since in less then two minutes i have been put to the ground. This being a very eye opening moment to have this shown to me instead of just talked at me. As i now adjust my outfit to better fit combat that you have described would help me survive.

As i sew and modify my outfit i can only think on where to go from here. I know that whatever Verus is fighting with i will need to learn or at least some fort of it that will be more fitting rather quickly. I look towards my dagger and inspects it seeing that i matches what i saw from under the coat but still finding the use of it to be slightly awkward. I look towards my close going to miss the slightly more comfortable feeling they provided when being looser, but survival should be prioritized over comfort. Afterall dead people don't care for comfort, and i would prefer not to join those among the dead anytime soon.

As i finish up sewing and gets up i see you shoot towards me as i quickly shift the daggers into claws around my hand hands. Forming like gloves with pointed ends as i quickly move towards you not backing away as i move lower towards the ground and when i am in range for my attack i quickly go for a slash with these claws like gauntlets if i am not interrupted at all before that moment.

I see my opponent shift my arm ever so slightly as i see my blade instead of going into him instead just harmlessly past by in front of him. I frown at this as it becomes more and more apparent why humans are the top of the food chain and beasts are below them. Things to just be hunted by. Humans can actually fight back effectively do to their intelligience. When the attack goes by in front of you i slam my other foot down quickly to kill my momentum. As i then see a knee comes towards me as i back out of the way with it, and soon after see me opponent once again move towards me looking like he is going to punch me.

I think quickly to what i know as i form a wall with handles for one of the gauntlets. Not knowing that would be called a shield, and a very poorly designed one since it is just a wall with a handle to hold it. I try to use this poorly made shield to block me the punch that can come at me while using my other hand to still hold the gauntlets. Knowing i need that bladed weapon but can only change my weapons one at a time. I can only hope you figure that i stick to the gauntlet do to having more proficiency at it.

I hold my shield and watch as it just crumbles away from the force of the hit as i curse silently under my breathe forgetting to make it out of rock, not the weak dirt in the ground. Now realizing terrain around me can affect my materials to pull from. I then have my arm grabbed as i let the claw just break away as i try to force myself to go between your legs to try and make you fall onto the ground. Not striking just maneuvering myself to get into a better position. My eyes quickly dart over the field for any useful materials but just finds more dirt, and trees. I can only assume it is going to be the hard way from here.

If Verus tried to pull my back up i would put my feet against his back to hand a area to push back to fight against a pull. If his legs weren't wide enough to slide under she would just try to go for a quick knee below the belt to try and allow her a chance to back away.

I grin as plan A succeeded as i see you tumble back as i get back up as i form the claw gauntlet into a dagger as i hold it without any stance just waiting. I then see you kick off towards me at speeds that i am not use to at all. However, that is quickly done as dirt gets thrown into my eyes. As i hiss in pain as i am forced to keep them close as i just throw punches and slashes with the dagger as it is all i can do to try and hit you. I then feel a hit against my stomach knocking the wind out of me. I then hold the are that was hit and says rather angrily to you. You threw dirt into my eyes. Don't you beasts have any pride in battle of honorable fights. I says in a frustrated, flustered, and very angry tone as my both of my hands are clenched tight enough to turn the knuckles white. The dagger lying on the ground having been dropped after the hit to the stomach.

Oras grabbed her and pushed her sharply against a nearby tree and pressed his arm against her, his mask and visor close to her own eyes. "Honor doesn't keep you alive Amora. There are many who will use underhanded tactics in order to stand on top. The method I used is the most common and easiest to counter. You will encounter methods out there that you will never see coming. You must be ready for everything, whether or not you think it honorable. And there will be times where you'll have no choice but to fight fire with fire. If you wish to live that is." He stopped pushing against her and waited for her to move again before he assaulted her again, once again using a random tactic to get past her defenses and knock her to the ground or disable her in some way. He did not stop until she was close to collapsing from exhaustion.

Soon enough he gestured for her to sit down. He walked over to her and if she started to fall he'd keep her from doing so and would help her sit up straight. Despite the fact that he was fighting her, and nothing else, there was a pot of stew that had just finished. He poured her a bowl and handed it to her with a spoon. He waited until he was certain she wasn't about to collapse before making himself a bowl and walking over to his log, his back turned to her as he pulled off his mask so he could eat. "How are you feeling right now?" He asked her. If she told him the obvious which was her physical condition, he'd ask again: "How are you feeling emotionally? It's a lot to take in after all."

You human's have no standards to decency it seems. I say with a growl and during the fight grab my weapon i dropped and forming it into more and more things. From what i would call a bigger dagger which is actually just a short sword, to a club like weapon. Forming different blades of sizes. Some being totally ineffective, and other being at least halfway decent from be accidentally having made a weapon that already exists. During the practice fighting having never stooped to using underhanded tactics during the fight like you were using against me.

After being allowed to sit down i happily do so taking the bowl and spoon and eating the stew with no difficulties. Knowing how to use these from my time using such utensils during my childhood. I feel sore, tired, and i am contemplating summoning earthen impalers to hurt you at some point. I say rather blandly and then get told emotionally how i am doing. I think on that not having considered my emotional state in all of this as i look down into the stew and thinks on this. Angry is the first emotion that registers with my mind. Angry that you humans can't understand the concept of fair fighting. I am fine with humans using martial arts that is their fighting style like the tiger using their claws. However, using dirt and such is very low and makes me rather angry. I say in a slight bitter and frustrated tone.

Oras sighed and nodded his understanding as he took another bite of his food. "There are many humans who fight fairly. However there are just as many who will do anything to achieve victory. You have to understand that unlike animals, humans, humanoids, anything with a legitimate spirit and mind are cursed with seven sins: Slothfulness. Envy. Greed. Gluttony. Lust. Pride. And Wrath. Everyone has their own struggles with one or two of them, none are without weaknesses. We all have our demons, whether we'd like to deny it or not. Some are able to live honestly, but many give into their weaknesses. Whether it's due to a loss of some sort, or discontentment. I want to prepare you for what you'll encounter Amora. You must understand that if you travel with me, I will be showing you as much darkness in humans as there is light, as well as fight you with every method I know so that you will never be at a disadvantage." He turned his head slightly, not enough for her to see his face at all, but enough for a small bit of his red hair to show through his hood. "Take comfort in that there are many like you. Kind, fun loving, relaxed, and honorable. I am isolated. If you travel with me. You may not gain many allies..."

He turned his head back, hiding all his features again as he took another bite. He looked into the stars. It was always when he was alone in his tent when he felt the sadness the most.

As i here your explanation i look down into my stew as i finish it up as i think on what would apply to me. What things do i have that would count as such things. I can figure out most words from my learning and clues. Knowing what Wrath, Pride, Gluttony, and Lust are. Having heard the words before and learned their meanings. Knowing what sloth is from the context of the animal. Which leaves me envy and greed. I think back to childhood more as i nod my head figuring out those two from thinking on what i have heard and learned. I tap the spoon gently against the bowl to think on what would fit for me if i have any such signs. I think for a bit and guess that i have Pride in some fashion, and maybe Wrath. If the right situations are met.

Well if you are showing me the light and dark then that is for the better isn't it? I mean if i only get one side that means i'm not accepting the other. Learning of both will help me understand you humans better in figuring out why you all seem divided. Seems like a fun little thing to do try to figure out the humans before they can figure out me. I say with a grin as i turn to you. You don't count towards that game since you know to much of me already. I say with a grin of happiness thinking of the game of trying to hide myself and information about myself like you can as a game. One that i would like to win always with every person i meet.

Well not so isolated now right? I say with a kind smile as i move a tiny bit closer towards you. Not being that close just moving a noticeable amount closer to show what i mean by that. Figuring if i invaded you personal space i would either annoy you, or get a punch in some part of my body.