Scar of Memory.

Oh they were a dying breed, but as a creature who has seen humans devolve from their original state; she could attest that the world this cruel could use more kindness. Lyth may seem weak because of that, but the dragoness would offer only a sharp smile and teeth in case they thought otherwise. She had her limits, of course.

However, Kohaku didn’t have to know that.

As they walked, she barely spoke, trying to focus on where they were going, at the statement, she nodded distractedly, pausing as she looked around. “Then I hope to see you around before you leave. If Lucille asks where you are, I’ll send him off elsewhere, so you may want to tell me where you’re headed.” The dragoness was used to throwing people off scents. It’s what she did for a while.

She raised a valid point, Kohaku didn't have a clue in the slightest where the hell he intended to go and yet, he had to go somewhere. Staying in any town wasn't’ an option but living exposed to the elements would mean exposed to the guignols...that was unless....mismatched irises fell on the not too distant mountains. The area around this town had always had a thinner guignol population than most...due of course to it’s dilligent protector walking next to him. It wouldn’t be doll free, but, it might be a manageable place to set up camp at least for a while.

Not to mention with his eye he was likely one of the only human beings equipped to even try such a fear.

The man pointed a finger mountain ward, “I”ll probably guy supplies and shit here in town and head out towards those peaks...set up in the foothills or somethin’ if I get the right kinda gun I can hunt and only have to come back inta town ever few weeks...” it was a loose mess of a plan but the scar faced man didn't give a damn he just wanted to be AWAY...from what...he wasn't sure exactly.

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The dragoness merely nodded. “Very well, we go there then.” However… she paused at that. Kind? She supposed she was. The dragoness merely gave a brief smile, and shrugged.

“If I were not kind, zhen the world would be a grimer place. Why should I be cruel in a world that is already so?” Lyth moved to leave through the side exit, motioning for Kohaku to follow. “Do not need to repay. I am merely doing what is right.”

Kohaku walked out the side door following his temporary companion until she showed him the direction of the inn. The scar face let out a small “heh” at her statement on kindness, the world and cruelty. They certainly didn't make people like THAT anymore, if he believed in fortune he might actually have felt lucky to have met one of this dying breed....but luck was bullshit as far as he was concerned as well so.

“I’m gonna be around a few days...might stop by the bakery to pick up some bread and crap for whenever I decide to head the hell back out.” he made idle conversation he didn't want her getting the wrong idea of his lack of reaction to her speaking earlier.

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savxgiism:

The smile Phoenix gave the other male was full of sharp teeth, he’d hardly ever met someone whose frayed nerves were a catalyst for his amusement. Scaring someone didn’t register on his radar unless he had the intention of tasting that fear on his tongue. Oh how they screamed when he flayed the skin from their bones and served it for dinner. With the right amount of spices, you’d never know the difference. ϟ I do say, if she had the intention of biting your head off, she did a poor job. ϟ The words were sympathetic, as though some part of him truly cared but it was the exact opposite. ϟ Would you like to join me for a drink? I believe this situation calls for one, no? ϟ

“I try not to make a habit of drinking shit from creepy strangers no offence buddy.” though Kohaku’s tone clearly let one he didn’t care one way or a another if this guy took offense to it.

He had heard the comment about the woman trying to bite his head off but dropped the subject intentionally he wasn't in the mood for that shit tonight, or any night. Not to mention this guy’s sudden polite demeanor wasn't any less off putting than his initial bizarre statements.

In fact it might be MORE bothersome.

“Course if you knew a bar where I could buy my own that’d be different.”

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⊰♥⊱ The angel watched the male with a smile. He better be careful. She liked men like him. “Well, I see you have a temper too.~♥ I am sure in such and odd place. Are you lost or something?” She questioned. Maybe she could help him and do a good deed of the week.

“I ain’t lost I”m wanderin’ there’s a big damn difference lady...” she was utterly un-phased by his anger most women would've cried or turned towards the hills now. It would seem even if he WANTED to just get rid of her after his od inclination to comment on her hair he couldn't.

“But, what the hell are you doing all the way out here huh?”

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The dragoness blinked, tilting her head. “My name? It is Leisa, though if you know my secret, then you also know my name is Lyth. Tho you can choose which one to use.” Her gaze slid away for a moment, contemplating.

“There is another inn I believe towards the outskirts of town on the other side. It is not as reputable as the one I stayed in, but it may help?”

“Reputable ain’t my style or concern...Lyth.” the man decided to stick to the latter of her names purely for the fact that it was one syllable shorter. “I appreciate all this...one a these days I”m gonna find a way to pay you back for all this kindness you keep throwin my way.”

The dark haired man really didn't understand why the woman was so pleasant and helpful towards him, not that the was complaining it just struck him as unusual behavior for anyone...though she wasn't exactly ‘normal’ either.

She nodded, “Agreed. Sometimes places are too dull, or scenery does not change. Good to change.” Lyth hummed to herself for a moment. Tilting her head at the question. Good inns? The dragoness wasn’t sure…

“The one in the square might be a good one they were nice when I was temporarily staying.” She didn’t think there were anymore inns in the town given its size. Yet she rarely ventured from the designated area so there could be more.

Blinks. Don’t tell Lucille? Well… there were a lot of things she didn’t tell Lucille.

“I am not the sort to give away others when they do not wish to be found. Secret is safe with me.” She gave a slight nod. “I can lead you to inn? That way they cannot cause problems?”

“Well I defiantly don’t wish to be found right now....hell no...” the rest of whatever the hetero-chromatic eyed man was going to say fizzled off into mumbles before he broke off the sentence completely and spoke again on a different train of thought.

“That’d be good...I appreciate it uh...” well he supposed while he was on the subject of coming clean he’d get the rest out, “Obviously I remember you but I ain’t a names kind of guy and this whole damn time I haven’t been able to recall your’s....sorry...what was it again?”

As he waited for her answer Kohaku contemplated exactly what his plan was form here, obviously to stay at wherever inn his friendly acquaintance here lead him to...but after a few days he probably couldn't afford to linger...what then? He’d have to cross that bridge later tonight...when he was situated.

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⊰♥⊱ Stocking turned to him. “Is that any fuckin’ way to talk to me?!” She looked him over. He was pretty cute! “Oh! ~♥ I like your scar.” She laughed softly moving some of her hair to the side.

“I’ll talk to you however I damn well please lady which is to say the same way I”d talk to anyone else...don’t like it move along.” if this woman was expecting some kind of special treatment or soft speech on account of being a girl she could think again. “....but, thanks I guess....” the man saw absolutely nothing appealing about the painful scar on his face...what the hell ever.

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savxgiism

Amusement flickered in mystic hues, a partial grin tipping up one side of his mouth, displaying a row of sharp teeth. He didn’t mean to intimidate or scare most times, only when necessary or when he was hunting ρяєу. But this human was hardly that, if at all. His mere presence was what drew his attention, for it was peculiar in a way that the predatory creature liked. Perhaps he’d wanted a fight? Or was it conversations most humans adored? ϟ If I meant you harm, I would have eaten you already. In this case, I’m simply curious. How’d you get that scar? ϟ