His violet eyes studied Rayne carefully during the rest of the meeting, making sure to not pay too much attention to her wing. He could not let her catch on. She was another being after all…with life...and a soul, and all other traits that made one considered alive. Mori would treat her fairly and with respect, no doubt. However, he could not admit openly that he had a thing for death and that Rayne was the closest thing to ‘dead’ with her crippled wing from the war. That was worthy of a million red flags. When she padded away from the meeting, he followed. His violet eyes stayed locked on her as she moved, her muscles trying to overcompensate for her injured wing. Her words came unexpectedly, partly because he was walking behind her and they had been silent for so long. “So, Mori, I don’t mean to pry, but what’s my appeal? It can’t possibly be this.” She spoke, gesturing to her wing. He frowned, speeding up to walk by her side, formulating somewhat of a lie. ”Rayne. You’re different than those others of Tarben – you stand out. I wanted to claim someone different. Because I am too. I’m sure that word has gotten around…” Perhaps he’d gain some pity from her and she would buy into his fake reasoning. It seemed reasonable enough for the both of them, being outcasts of Tarben. The slate grey, auburn, and gray fur rippled around his emerald wings as he stretched them out. ”For now, my dear, I’ll be doing the flying.” His words were followed by him raising his body slightly off the ground. ”Do you want a lift, my dear?” He spoke, giving a sweet smile as he looked at her. If she agreed, he’d carefully lift her up and fly to his den. If not, he’d fly slowly towards his den anyways, hoping she would follow. Upon their arrival, he’d either set her down softly or wait for her to stop before he landed. He would then speak, gesturing her into his den. ”Well, Rayne. Would you like to bear children with me?” Actions & Words.
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