"Good-morning." The basso profondo voice thrumming from behind--beneath?--Fah'kiri is felt at first more than it is heard. Bare, bronze, massive and warm as a pot-bellied stove in winter, Zha'riin at the very least keeps his clawed hands at his sides.
Her mind raced, trying to pin point the last moment of time that she was sure had happened. She'd come to Pandaria to visit her Aunt and of course she'd gotten lost. The village she'd come upon had been less than friendly. How was she supposed to know that the tauren of this land were hostile?! There was a lot of running, the lumbering giants surprisingly agile for their size, and then... Then what?
Suddenly the train of thought came to a screeching halt. No Kiri, no, thinking when there's a possible threat was not a good idea. Yet there'd been no blows, no snarls or other signs of aggression. The troll opened her eye a bit and peeked out, seeing nothing but bronzed metal beneath her hands. Slowly, very slowly, she took them off and began to move back, sitting up but not raising up much to pose a threat. It was big, whatever it was. Most likely it could crush her easily. There were many things that could. When her back hit a wall, finally then did she peek up at the creature that had been next to her.
What was it? It was obviously male, wearing not a scrap of clothing on it, but its skin was metallic in a way that she'd never seen before. Mercy'd had his prosthetics, but it was nothing like this. It was like... Like those strange dolls she'd seen some elf selling one time in Orgrimmar. You could move its wrists, its elbows, arms, legs, knees, feet because of some sort of piece that was there. It was just like that but this was... He was much, much bigger. And he was watching her.
Almost against her will her body acted, baring her teeth in a silent snarl before she ducked her head, legs shaking with the need to run. He hadn't struck her, hadn't made a move against her. Why? Why hadn't he done anything but sit there and watch her?
What would he gain by doing so? Her right eye widened, the left hidden by a scrap of cloth that wrapped around her head as her teacher's words came back to her. If you do not trust someone, ask what they would gain by harming you. Well there was a lot that he could gain by harming her! the more panicky side of her asserted. He could gain a nice pile of meat, he could gain at least some money!
But if he wanted to eat her, he would've done so already, unless he liked playing with his food. Again her eye moved towards the strange creature, avoiding direct eye contact but looking at his expression. She did not see malice in that face, not that she was an expert on... whatever type creature he was. He just seemed to be waiting.
"Good morning." He repeated again slowly, his Zandali actually rather decent despite it- wait. Zandali? He spoke Zandali?
Fah'kiri's tongue darted over her lips, wetting them before she opened her mouth to speak. At first, nothing but a squeak came out. Wonderful. At least if she died, she'd sounded like a mouse first. The irritation was welcome though, it made her grit her teeth, clear her throat, then try again. "Who are you. Where am I. What has happened."
If she got out of this and her trust was misplaced, dead or not, she was going to strangle Mercy.
