Duck Lake know what you want

So much all of the sorry for the afk-edness. Been bouncing back and forth between forums. <3

Cry kept a eye on the massacre unfolding below, his frosty stare watching an agouti take what was rightfully hers to take. Ensnared within unforgiving maws, the lives of winged prey ended left and right with no blessing of a warning. It was the ritual of life's cycle, the taking of breath in continuation of another. They were all imprisoned in such a lifestyle; who dared say it was hideous?

His shadowy form ghosted down the crest of the hill, his intent of not disturbing her feast well illustrated through the silence. He even kept his distance, knowing full well how proximity and feeding were delicate in their balance. Too close, and he might be her next victim- or she could attempt to add to her hit list his name, while too far would show him a creep, antisocial, and merely watching, not conversating. Not that he was at a loss for either in the situation, but it was nice to talk to someone other than the thick solace of quiet that harbored his mental world.

"I don't they've taken to kindly to your courtesy," he lightly scoffed. It wasn't typical for him to have a sense of humor, being revealed only when he was in the mist of someone who he felt was worth such a connection. Last he held such regard for was Raziel, and that had been a many of moons ago. He idly wondered what happened to the silver Roman spawn, only before he chided himself. That was there, not here. Best he focus on the now, rather than the then.

"What's your name?"

Of course he waited for her to enjoy her meal a bit before asking the question, as hangry females were troublesome. But patience soothed his features, unreadable, though shallow curiousity was invested within the words. He didn't want to just pester the girl and not know her name. Let alone just call her 'girl'. He wasn't a barbarian. She also was quite catching, sight-wise. Courtesy to the exotic woman.