Blackfeather Woods Hello Darkness My Old Friend

a tyro. a generic member, yet to prove himself, this he knew. yet this was one of the members he did not know, having not been the Raven judge at his joining. as if to validate himself, the male added the name of damien to his string of words, and the boys teeth were soon hidden again as he continued to stare. his expression was cold, emotionless, as he watched and he judged. this male had not yet said anything worthy of words on his park, and thus he remained silent, his obvious understanding only expressed in the slow retreat of his outright aggression. 

the other complimented him, and he felt nothing. yes, he was brave. what of it? the boy had little pride within him, and compliments he remembered yet did not gain from. his gaze turned questioning a moment, yet there was a hardness behind it. the male had failed to introduce himself. perhaps, should he say someting of note, the boy would speak. yet this was rare, for he had only done this twice before, and was unlikely to do so unless prompted by something of importance.