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The individual did not run at his words, nor did they brazenly move out to try and strike at the shapeshifter. Good, they showed enough intelligence to be able to rationalize an unfolding situation. In a place such as this, Azreal did not have high hopes for the populace as a whole, but then again he often disregarded most when they had little to offer him.
A feminine voice to match what he had caught but a glimpse of earlier, and a mumbled collection of sounds that he didn't quite catch, but assumed to be a continuation of her feigned interest in him. Inch by inch, she stepped out from the cover of the massive stalk of wood she'd been using to block her from her view. This was a truly untouched acreage of land, the trees alone having to have been centuries old at the least. Or perhaps they were merely unique to this biome for their size. Either way, those shining hues of his lowered slightly at inspection of her form, as he would to a first encounter with anyone.
Such interesting features she possessed, though to call her eyes strange would be laughable since his own were anything but normal. The man took particular note of her face, and how it was accented with petals and flowers of varying colors. The clothing she wore was by far more utilitarian to his own and suited the harsh heat of the environment to the letter. He was baking in his suit and regretted this being his "casual" attire.
A raise of his eyebrow was given to the title bestowed upon him. Golden? Did she denote him as such because of his striking appearance? If so then Areal had to wonder how childish a creature he was about to negotiate with. Closer still she crept, no doubt still uncertain of whether or not he might be a threat to her. These mimicked his own thoughts, though he kept a tight grip over his outward emotional expressions. "<font color="d4a017]You might be jumping to conclusions, my dear. You have laid out several phrases of which I am unaccustomed to hearing, probably because I have been on this planet for not more than even a lunar cycle; however long that might actually be.[/font]" Pausing he couldn't help but laugh at the silliness of all of this. It was for but a moment, but the stress of the past few hours washed over him like a torrent. That a man like himself was hopelessly lost without any immediate reprieve in sight. To her he was a beast to be feared for one reason or another, and if she had the proper knowledge available he would understand why.
Recovering from his outburst he have the woman a dismissive wave of his hand. "<font color="d4a017]In simpler terms, I am not what you think I am.[/font]" Then he'd begin to slip out of his jacket while continuing on the dialogue. "<font color="d4a017]Food and shelter I won't be able to provide for I cannot even give myself those luxuries.[/font]" Again her assumptions of his position in this scenario was aggrandized, compared to how he saw things. Still, he felt confident in his survival of this wilderness given a day or two to adapt. Azreal, while not a skilled combatant in the general sense was far from helpless with the forms he could take.
A weapon though, this is what he did have to pass along if it would help him gain an understanding of the world around him. "<font color="d4a017]However, if you are in need of a tool to defend yourself, perhaps that I can assist you with.[/font]" With his coat removed and tossed to the side, as there was no way he'd be putting it on again any time soon in this humidity, he revealed a pair of thin satchels at the sides his chest. At his waist gleamed the hilt of a dagger, and opposite that several small knives tucked away in his belt.
"<font color="d4a017]Information, that is all I request in return, nothing more nothing less. A conversation for whatever length of time it requires for me to get a grasp on where I am and what I'm dealing with.[/font]" Although she had come out a fair ways to have this discourse, she retreated back around her tree in how he saw as a senseless endeavor. The trio of throwing blades in his belt were quickly taken and thrown with precise care into the bark of where she chose to hide behind.
"<font color="d4a017]Payment for the moments you've already humored me for, I have another gift if you choose to assist me further. For now though, I believe the most civil course of action currently would be introductions. Azreal Dren, stranded traveler.[/font]" Azreal was far from where he thought such customs were of importance, but all the same to him, these were standard proceedings that he ran through the motions. To her he'd grace with a half bow, already feeling better in removing one of his many layers he currently wore.
The individual did not run at his words, nor did they brazenly move out to try and strike at the shapeshifter. Good, they showed enough intelligence to be able to rationalize an unfolding situation. In a place such as this, Azreal did not have high hopes for the populace as a whole, but then again he often disregarded most when they had little to offer him.
A feminine voice to match what he had caught but a glimpse of earlier, and a mumbled collection of sounds that he didn't quite catch, but assumed to be a continuation of her feigned interest in him. Inch by inch, she stepped out from the cover of the massive stalk of wood she'd been using to block her from her view. This was a truly untouched acreage of land, the trees alone having to have been centuries old at the least. Or perhaps they were merely unique to this biome for their size. Either way, those shining hues of his lowered slightly at inspection of her form, as he would to a first encounter with anyone.
Such interesting features she possessed, though to call her eyes strange would be laughable since his own were anything but normal. The man took particular note of her face, and how it was accented with petals and flowers of varying colors. The clothing she wore was by far more utilitarian to his own and suited the harsh heat of the environment to the letter. He was baking in his suit and regretted this being his "casual" attire.
A raise of his eyebrow was given to the title bestowed upon him. Golden? Did she denote him as such because of his striking appearance? If so then Areal had to wonder how childish a creature he was about to negotiate with. Closer still she crept, no doubt still uncertain of whether or not he might be a threat to her. These mimicked his own thoughts, though he kept a tight grip over his outward emotional expressions. "<font color="d4a017]You might be jumping to conclusions, my dear. You have laid out several phrases of which I am unaccustomed to hearing, probably because I have been on this planet for not more than even a lunar cycle; however long that might actually be.[/font]" Pausing he couldn't help but laugh at the silliness of all of this. It was for but a moment, but the stress of the past few hours washed over him like a torrent. That a man like himself was hopelessly lost without any immediate reprieve in sight. To her he was a beast to be feared for one reason or another, and if she had the proper knowledge available he would understand why.
Recovering from his outburst he have the woman a dismissive wave of his hand. "<font color="d4a017]In simpler terms, I am not what you think I am.[/font]" Then he'd begin to slip out of his jacket while continuing on the dialogue. "<font color="d4a017]Food and shelter I won't be able to provide for I cannot even give myself those luxuries.[/font]" Again her assumptions of his position in this scenario was aggrandized, compared to how he saw things. Still, he felt confident in his survival of this wilderness given a day or two to adapt. Azreal, while not a skilled combatant in the general sense was far from helpless with the forms he could take.
A weapon though, this is what he did have to pass along if it would help him gain an understanding of the world around him. "<font color="d4a017]However, if you are in need of a tool to defend yourself, perhaps that I can assist you with.[/font]" With his coat removed and tossed to the side, as there was no way he'd be putting it on again any time soon in this humidity, he revealed a pair of thin satchels at the sides his chest. At his waist gleamed the hilt of a dagger, and opposite that several small knives tucked away in his belt.
"<font color="d4a017]Information, that is all I request in return, nothing more nothing less. A conversation for whatever length of time it requires for me to get a grasp on where I am and what I'm dealing with.[/font]" Although she had come out a fair ways to have this discourse, she retreated back around her tree in how he saw as a senseless endeavor. The trio of throwing blades in his belt were quickly taken and thrown with precise care into the bark of where she chose to hide behind.
"<font color="d4a017]Payment for the moments you've already humored me for, I have another gift if you choose to assist me further. For now though, I believe the most civil course of action currently would be introductions. Azreal Dren, stranded traveler.[/font]" Azreal was far from where he thought such customs were of importance, but all the same to him, these were standard proceedings that he ran through the motions. To her he'd grace with a half bow, already feeling better in removing one of his many layers he currently wore.
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