Northstar Vale i've stared into that darkness, leaned in to it

thanks for joining guys ❤

They come, not too long after, thundering upon him in a duo that reeks of self-superiority. One is older and the other, the second to come, his age. But their age, younger than he had expected to meet, comes with an authority standard he cannot meet. He reminds himself of his task, of his wish, and his need, smothering all instinct that taunts him to snap. He does not. Instead he winces, and turns his ears down as if against the severity of their tone. Their scent is one that he recalls, sending him searching in the depths of his recollection to bring forth the source of which his intrigue sits. Something, he knows, is familiar, muddled in with their expected odour of dirt and grass. But he cannot place it, opting to rather address the situation at present and leave it to his subconsious to figure out his query.

Instead, he lifts his eyes from the cast-down placement they had held, making no movement, no suggestion that he should believe himself to be higher than those before him. The opposite in fact, he is at the mercy of their interrogation, the kind of challenge he has been awaiting for some time. Having taken precautions to wash himself free of his own gloomy scent adopted by the dark forest in the great lake, he reminds himself that they do not know who he is or the pack from which he hails. He is nobody. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I... I-I'm lost," Clavicus studders under the gaze of the two, a cautionary fear seeping into his voice; one that is in some fraction, genuine. He knows that there is a risk factor in what he does, the threat that he may not return to his home in once piece at some point in his future of many cons to come. But that does not stop him, and he holds up the facade that he has readily adopted, pushing himself into the skin of a stranger that is anything but Vaati Clavicus Melonii.