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Ooc — Victoria
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I am so sorry for the horrendous wait on this! ;-;
Eyes of liquid gold subtly followed the movement of the other yearling's shake of his head, the physical method of agreeing or disagreeing in replacement of a verbal response, though words followed shortly after. The pallid male spoke that he lived near the ocean instead, his muzzle gesturing in the general direction of the sea. Sinaaq was silent, contemplative, even. The Seahawk Valley had resided upon the coast as well, though neither pack he had pledged himself too, as a prisoner for Isengrim nor joining up with Wintersun after his death match with Glimmer over the ungrateful infection (truly he contemplated that he should have let the bitch take him these days) had been located near there. In reality, Sinaaq felt no preference for any sort of landscape. They melded together within his mind to be the same thing: a plot of land claimed by a pack. It was either a home or it wasn't. There had been only one territory he could hesitantly say he might have grown ...something akin to an attachment too and that had been Blackfoot Forest further north.
Atreyu re-claimed the darkling's attention when he spoke again, this time boasting of how the seaside was better than this mountain, though Atreyu's words held a certain degree of rancor to them, though given what Sinaaq assumed to have happened, he supposed it might have been understandable. Golden eyes watched as the pallid male tried out his paw again, the wince visible. Pain was something that Sinaaq understood. Physical pain. Emotional pain. A brief consideration flitted whimsically into the forefront of Sinaaq's brain then, concisely coming face to face with the realization that he was, perhaps, addicted to pain. This made sense for the conviction that if he did not feel pain then he would feel nothing at all. To feel alive he endured the personal torture his demons inflicted upon him whilst he destroyed everything that he loved and that had loved him.
This realization brought soft jeer to his face and he tuned his thoughts out in favor of refocusing his attention upon the pallid male, unsure what to say now. If he was any sort of decent creature he would offer his help but he wasn't decent so that option was thrown off the cliff side not to be returned to.