Blackbeak Bluff dreams of gods and monsters

She pulled away, and he didn't wish it so. Naturally, he took it as the missing pieces were enough to drive a rift. He couldn't read her thoughts and only made assumptions he thought were safe to do so; could anyone believe him now if he told them he was once a handsome prince? Chizzled and bred for perfection, trained to hone the power of his body and now he was beastly on the outside as he was inside. A perpetual sneer with a literal "ugly side", he saw every future of his own slip away even as Tundra gazed into the sweetened eye of his. 

Tundra had wounds of her own, judging by their history it was nothing too surprising. Both were quick to fight, to retaliate with tooth and nail, scars and wounds were normal for warriors. He was both proud of her abilities and pissed off anyone would breach skin on her hide. I know you are capable. His voice soft, but tone dark. If the paladin knew anything about Tundra is that she was fierce, but he would never wish for her to meet the man who took his face should a similar fate fall upon her. This time, he wished the sandy demon to evade this one soldier.

Andraste, a name strange to him but that shouldn't be so. He knew the woman from before, but with her change of alias, she was nothing but a shadow in Tundra's past. He frowned at the mention of her being ever sick, she seemed better now and supposed that's all that mattered, no need to linger on something that had passed. She was not his to control either, but a wild beast he could only appreciate when graced with a moment of attention. 

As she approached once more, slower with grace, her gaze neutral, he didn't turn but instead flinched at the feeling of something pressing against the still healing wounds. The flesh felt naked without a lip to cover the normally hidden sides of any beast, but he didn't pull away. It's quite the face to meet first. Were not what he wanted to say but the words slipped out regardless of his desires. I'm glad, I missed you, thought about you nearly every day, and yet those words are what he says.