Wilkin nodded weakly with the same soft, yet shallow smile as before. Though speaking alone had grown to be a tiresome task in his weakened state, he moved once again to continue chatting idly to the young girl and perhaps the others - would they allow it - in the dim hopes that he may offer some, light boost of morale to them in their bleak situation. Twelve knows that even he might have appreciated such a gesture a great deal more than that of the scene of despair and hopelessness that had greeted him upon his own arrival here days prior.
As his gaze slowly flitted back to meet with the girl, they were quickly stolen away by the male miqo'te's interjection. Though it could not be said that anyone found even a remote comfort in their current predicament, it could have been argued that the male newcomer was the least content with what had befallen him. For Wilkin, it had been easy to tell even from a distance when they were merely approaching, that this particular character was a true fighter. He would not so easily accept such a lifestyle, one of oppression, torment and unconditional servitude to the cruel and unforgiving scum that were the Ixali beast tribe. His faded expression was crossed with a deepening shadow of concern as the miqo'te quickly began fiddling at his binds, slowly but surely slicing at them with what he presumed was some sort of small tool or weapon that he had possibly managed to conceal. His dried and sorely, chapped lips quickly parted to speak up in protest but the young female had, in fact, beaten him to the task, evidently sharing the same concerns as he himself harboured. His pale, amber eyes stayed with Siha as she did her best to calmly subdue her acquaintance with her wise insight and for a short while after before he, himself, finally spoke up and added his own piece.
"S'imba... was it? You would do well to heed S..Siha's words. Your spirit is admirable, but know that spirit alone will not ensure your liberty"
The Wailer shuffled lightly on the spot after saying this as he inched slightly further to more easily display himself to the male from behind Siha, who had been planted between them both.
"In fact... it will more likely equate... to the torment, if not not death... of not just you, but your com-panions here.." Wilkin added plainly as he discreetly flicked his eyes toward Siha in emphasis.
Though his fatigued eyes were near-lifeless in appearance, there was a distinct determination to be found within them as he pleaded to the male's better judgement. He struggled valiantly to maintain his stare as heavy lids trembled ceaselessly like the fragile leaf litter in a morning's breeze. Each drawn out blink he succumbed to threatened him with the ever-tempting luxury of sleep, an act that the Ixali deemed punishable outside of the dark hours when their activity, too, was reduced. Regardless, he found enough residue of inner strength to at least maintain his stare and somewhat diminish his previously, apparent appearance of weakness while we spoke. Possibly yet another futile attempt, but it was certainly better than nothing.
"Forgive me for being so blunt but t'is not a situation that allows for much softness.... but you must be strong... and see through to wisdom before acting on your desires. Realise quickly that you alone have the potential to save lives here, lad... pray do not so easily relinquish such an opp-ortunity.."
As his gaze slowly flitted back to meet with the girl, they were quickly stolen away by the male miqo'te's interjection. Though it could not be said that anyone found even a remote comfort in their current predicament, it could have been argued that the male newcomer was the least content with what had befallen him. For Wilkin, it had been easy to tell even from a distance when they were merely approaching, that this particular character was a true fighter. He would not so easily accept such a lifestyle, one of oppression, torment and unconditional servitude to the cruel and unforgiving scum that were the Ixali beast tribe. His faded expression was crossed with a deepening shadow of concern as the miqo'te quickly began fiddling at his binds, slowly but surely slicing at them with what he presumed was some sort of small tool or weapon that he had possibly managed to conceal. His dried and sorely, chapped lips quickly parted to speak up in protest but the young female had, in fact, beaten him to the task, evidently sharing the same concerns as he himself harboured. His pale, amber eyes stayed with Siha as she did her best to calmly subdue her acquaintance with her wise insight and for a short while after before he, himself, finally spoke up and added his own piece.
"S'imba... was it? You would do well to heed S..Siha's words. Your spirit is admirable, but know that spirit alone will not ensure your liberty"
The Wailer shuffled lightly on the spot after saying this as he inched slightly further to more easily display himself to the male from behind Siha, who had been planted between them both.
"In fact... it will more likely equate... to the torment, if not not death... of not just you, but your com-panions here.." Wilkin added plainly as he discreetly flicked his eyes toward Siha in emphasis.
Though his fatigued eyes were near-lifeless in appearance, there was a distinct determination to be found within them as he pleaded to the male's better judgement. He struggled valiantly to maintain his stare as heavy lids trembled ceaselessly like the fragile leaf litter in a morning's breeze. Each drawn out blink he succumbed to threatened him with the ever-tempting luxury of sleep, an act that the Ixali deemed punishable outside of the dark hours when their activity, too, was reduced. Regardless, he found enough residue of inner strength to at least maintain his stare and somewhat diminish his previously, apparent appearance of weakness while we spoke. Possibly yet another futile attempt, but it was certainly better than nothing.
"Forgive me for being so blunt but t'is not a situation that allows for much softness.... but you must be strong... and see through to wisdom before acting on your desires. Realise quickly that you alone have the potential to save lives here, lad... pray do not so easily relinquish such an opp-ortunity.."
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
