Promises made for the future?
To him, I merely tip my head in acknowledgement. Call it a courtesy granted in a courtesy returned for control has not always been with this man. Galiant beast, Death Gaigas, Hell Masker and …ah, Chaos… all four sharing the confine of the crimson gunslinger’s mind, and all four in a constant struggle to control. Whilst for the moment, the ability to command this body belongs solely to this man, the circumstance has not always been so.
If there is anything I remember, it is this: bloodied, those businesses are. With the tri-barrell being placed to rest, claret irises are then returns toward my vermilion furred companion in inspection. Where what progression of events have prevented words to be spoken before, in this moment of respite perhaps, it is alas allowed. “…—I do not know the entirety of your story.” Query and inquisition, the tonality of crimson form’s deep basso has never suggested one yet in that cuspate gaze, it is inquired.
...—Speak.
Golden optic peered up at the crimson male before slowly falling to the ground. I crack the digits of my paws one after another, deciding on a good starting point. “I recently had started my travel upon this planet that I promised Grampa..” I pause, “… I have visited Wutai and then I came to this place. I did not intend to get lost in the nearby woods but I did. I met a boy and his father, I thought the boy was being attacked by a nible bear. I protected him til the father shot it, and when he heard me speak, he turned the gun to me. I fleed, and ran into the nible bears cubs. I felt responsible for them and raised them til they were fully grown.” I close my eye. “As the months passed, the fully grown cubs became distant from me. That is a part of beast nature after all. Then I awoke to hear their cries and found them here in this village. I thought them to be alive but then I found out they had been killed. That is what made me go berserk…”
Passive be the manner his story is listened to, each points and turns in events scrutinized, toyed, and articulated to fine perfection. From the beginning of his embarkment toward discoveries to the chanced encounter, from the bond formed betwixt beasts and the sentinel who find himself caught in-between to their tragic separation, the escalating flow of my companion’s tale is pursued on, accepted in silence as awaiting audience would their play. In soft exhalation, deep pools of jaded ruby are willed to closure, only when his account were finished that they find their purchase once more.
Was it right? Was it wrong? The decision was made; and likewise, actions executed. “All life that comes from Gaia, returns to Gaia.” From beneath maroon cowl, rich timbre pours forth. “It’s a cycle, and therein, the balance.” With carmine gaze dropped down, letting silence reigns. A minute passes before the shimmer of red is returned and words resumed. “You should rest. There’s still tomorrow, …and many days after.” I roll my shoulder.
“…We could talk later.”
I raise my golden eye to look into his deep red ones. A slight nod from me is all I give before laying my muzzle back down on my paws. I close my eye as I relax and untense my weary limbs. "I thank you Vincent..." I finally muttered.
