[size=11pt]There, he thinks he has found the source of that tangible evil. It speaks to him in grumbling tones, low enough to feel in the pit of his empty belly, and from it emanates such a complex feeling he feels rather guilty overgeneralizing it so (but there is no better word for what hangs in the air with Argus' presence.)
Deersong turns his head in the dragon's general direction, but does not look up or down. He still stares straight ahead, eyes cloudy and unseeing. He is already afraid and quaking, but that fear would have increased tenfold had he been able to see the monstrosity towering above his head--the same could be said for Redvox, too, such a strange creature.
The Pitt. It's a pit, alright--a big, black, void, where one wrong step leads to a life of eternal misery ... Deersong gets the feeling he's nowhere near where he's supposed to be.
[color=#67c0e6]"No, it was not my home," he says, voice quivering. [color=#67c0e6]"I cast myself out for their sake. I do not wish to be a burden upon their shoulders anymore, nor would I want to impose the same upon your group."
... there goes the rumbling in his belly. Deersong has the slightest burst of renewed energy at the mention of a second home--no, a second chance. Maybe, just maybe, his hopeless wandering has led him to something better than that fabled lake.
It's all too good to be true.
[color=#67c0e6]"... I am not that naive. If you wish me to join your group, there must be a catch, correct? I am blind, my friend, and I am wasting away. There is nothing that I can offer you."
Deersong turns his head in the dragon's general direction, but does not look up or down. He still stares straight ahead, eyes cloudy and unseeing. He is already afraid and quaking, but that fear would have increased tenfold had he been able to see the monstrosity towering above his head--the same could be said for Redvox, too, such a strange creature.
The Pitt. It's a pit, alright--a big, black, void, where one wrong step leads to a life of eternal misery ... Deersong gets the feeling he's nowhere near where he's supposed to be.
[color=#67c0e6]"No, it was not my home," he says, voice quivering. [color=#67c0e6]"I cast myself out for their sake. I do not wish to be a burden upon their shoulders anymore, nor would I want to impose the same upon your group."
... there goes the rumbling in his belly. Deersong has the slightest burst of renewed energy at the mention of a second home--no, a second chance. Maybe, just maybe, his hopeless wandering has led him to something better than that fabled lake.
It's all too good to be true.
[color=#67c0e6]"... I am not that naive. If you wish me to join your group, there must be a catch, correct? I am blind, my friend, and I am wasting away. There is nothing that I can offer you."