Nhogai's expression immediately turned feral at the sight of the other man. Given his current state, it wouldn't have even taken a man as fierce in appearance as the one that now controlled his attention to throw him on the defensive like this - though it certainly had not gone without note. Though missing the advantage of youth, the black-haired individual cut a powerful figure as he occupied the doorway and watched Nhogai with intent before, after only a short pause, he then dared to enter the room and approach Nhogai with a sense of calm that did little to earn any sense of ease from the warrior in return.
("Another Raen...") was his foremost thought in that moment - his every muscle tensing while his eyes, though not daring to venture away from the other man's cryptic gaze, unable to help but note the distinctly, unusual colour of his scales. Though he had been aware of other tribes that recruited or at least affiliated with this estranged breed of his own kin, this was the first time he had ever encountered one first-hand.
'Docile, at least by the majority' as they were once described to him by a member of his tribe. 'Though just like any other outsider, never to be trusted'.
Nhogai found himself reaffirming his grip on the ground with the one arm that allowed him to continue sitting upright as the man drew to a controlled and confident halt nearby before seating himself upon his knees, daringly close, though cautious enough to just barely remain out of reaching distance.
With subtle though perhaps not unnoticeable movements, the warrior responded by withdrawing a couple of ilms and adjusting his posture so that he may more easily lunge at the older man should he be given any reason to do so.
If the situation should call for him to fight, then hopeless as it may prove to be, he would at least give himself every opportunity to make it difficult for his foes.
"Welcome to my house. I am Hagane no Unzan, patriarch of the Hagane clan. May I know your name?".
Both the Raen's voice and his choice of words seemed to perfectly match the body language which he had shown up until now. Confident and carved-through with discipline. 'Respectful' one might even call it, not unlike how he and his fellow brothers would behave in the presence of the tribe's elders, though what manner of respect would one possibly wish to offer their enemy? Countless times were such things preached about within the Tumetan tribe but little had they been offered in return by those who would bear steel against them. It was only inevitable that some would eventually grow weary of such one-sided treatment, and for Nhogai, 'respect' had long since been a word that had lost it's meaning - one that had been sullied and spat on by most all of whom he had warred with.
No, this was pride he was looking at... perhaps even arrogance borne from his indisputable position of control over his wounded captive.
From the moment his steps had begun echoing from out within the hallway, Nhogai's expression had not once faltered in ferocity, with him only continuing to glare at the man with the utmost suspicion. As far as Nhogai was concerned, the Raen was lucky if any of his mannerisms up until now didn't come off as wholly antagonistic. Even daring to trust in what he had been told and believe that these Raen were docile - at least comparatively - there's still no doubting the fact that his presence here was merely a result of them seeing profit in keeping him alive. What other reason could there be?
"The dead have no need for names" Nhogai responded with a sharpness that dared to sever the hand offered him by Unzan.
"If you think dressing my wounds will earn you my cooperation then you are sorely mistaken. I would rather you cull me now than see myself serve toward anyone else's gain."
("Another Raen...") was his foremost thought in that moment - his every muscle tensing while his eyes, though not daring to venture away from the other man's cryptic gaze, unable to help but note the distinctly, unusual colour of his scales. Though he had been aware of other tribes that recruited or at least affiliated with this estranged breed of his own kin, this was the first time he had ever encountered one first-hand.
'Docile, at least by the majority' as they were once described to him by a member of his tribe. 'Though just like any other outsider, never to be trusted'.
Nhogai found himself reaffirming his grip on the ground with the one arm that allowed him to continue sitting upright as the man drew to a controlled and confident halt nearby before seating himself upon his knees, daringly close, though cautious enough to just barely remain out of reaching distance.
With subtle though perhaps not unnoticeable movements, the warrior responded by withdrawing a couple of ilms and adjusting his posture so that he may more easily lunge at the older man should he be given any reason to do so.
If the situation should call for him to fight, then hopeless as it may prove to be, he would at least give himself every opportunity to make it difficult for his foes.
"Welcome to my house. I am Hagane no Unzan, patriarch of the Hagane clan. May I know your name?".
Both the Raen's voice and his choice of words seemed to perfectly match the body language which he had shown up until now. Confident and carved-through with discipline. 'Respectful' one might even call it, not unlike how he and his fellow brothers would behave in the presence of the tribe's elders, though what manner of respect would one possibly wish to offer their enemy? Countless times were such things preached about within the Tumetan tribe but little had they been offered in return by those who would bear steel against them. It was only inevitable that some would eventually grow weary of such one-sided treatment, and for Nhogai, 'respect' had long since been a word that had lost it's meaning - one that had been sullied and spat on by most all of whom he had warred with.
No, this was pride he was looking at... perhaps even arrogance borne from his indisputable position of control over his wounded captive.
From the moment his steps had begun echoing from out within the hallway, Nhogai's expression had not once faltered in ferocity, with him only continuing to glare at the man with the utmost suspicion. As far as Nhogai was concerned, the Raen was lucky if any of his mannerisms up until now didn't come off as wholly antagonistic. Even daring to trust in what he had been told and believe that these Raen were docile - at least comparatively - there's still no doubting the fact that his presence here was merely a result of them seeing profit in keeping him alive. What other reason could there be?
"The dead have no need for names" Nhogai responded with a sharpness that dared to sever the hand offered him by Unzan.
"If you think dressing my wounds will earn you my cooperation then you are sorely mistaken. I would rather you cull me now than see myself serve toward anyone else's gain."
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
