Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2013 22:07:26 GMT -5
Oblivious to Ezer's skepticism, Aleksander nodded.
"Yes. I go to sleep here and wake up over there, and vice versa. I think I remember Litharia while I'm over in the Shadow world, but I forget most of what happens in the Shadow world when I come back here. It's the same for all of us." All the Shadows, that was. His kind also had a place in the Homeland but none of the other Outcasts could come to their world, their personal dimension. Maybe they wouldn't want to, either; from the little Aleksander remember the Shadow world was in ruins, a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Little could carve out a life there except for creatures like them, who fed off the life or death of others, or the energy of elements.
"Yes, but I don't know how many. We're rare still, I'm certain; even I don't come across many. The reason you hadn't heard about us was probably because the few that are here are good at escaping notice. People don't exactly react well to Shadows most of the time; many don't want us here at all." Sharp bitterness coloured Aleksander's tone as he explained, though he fought not to be too hostile towards Ezer. The Half Dragon boy, after all, had been more or less tolerant of him so far and was even offering his help, lighting the fire so Aleksander could cook the shark meat. The heat coming off it was decent now so the Shadow skewered both pieces on sticks before handing one to Ezer. He wasn't sure if the boy had expected to be given food, and Aleksander wouldn't be offended if he didn't eat it, but if there was one thing the Shadow believed in it was repaying favours in kind.
"I travel on my own most of the time. Not so different to you, right? Do you have a family?" Aleksander ran his hand over the smooth scales of Lerna's front leg, though she ignored him in favour of her meal.
"I take Lerna with me everywhere, of course. And I cope well enough. Being blind make things more challenging, but not impossible." He didn't add that he didn't trust anyone else enough to travel with them, and that even the few Shadows he'd met had disappeared never to be seen again. Killed, probably. People in Litharia often reacted to the unpleasant feeling Shadows created with violence, and as a result Aleksander had formed that opinion that he was better off fending for himself, however difficult that was. It was nice to run into someone now and then who would talk to him, though.
"From the City, huh? I love the cities." The Shadow sounded wistful; he rarely dared to go there, despite the fact that the life energy in the cities was bountiful and freely available. It was just too difficult, he usually found, and too dangerous.
"I'm nomadic. I don't have a home in Litharia. Do you travel a lot? I would've thought Litharia would be dangerous for a kid."
"Yes. I go to sleep here and wake up over there, and vice versa. I think I remember Litharia while I'm over in the Shadow world, but I forget most of what happens in the Shadow world when I come back here. It's the same for all of us." All the Shadows, that was. His kind also had a place in the Homeland but none of the other Outcasts could come to their world, their personal dimension. Maybe they wouldn't want to, either; from the little Aleksander remember the Shadow world was in ruins, a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Little could carve out a life there except for creatures like them, who fed off the life or death of others, or the energy of elements.
"Yes, but I don't know how many. We're rare still, I'm certain; even I don't come across many. The reason you hadn't heard about us was probably because the few that are here are good at escaping notice. People don't exactly react well to Shadows most of the time; many don't want us here at all." Sharp bitterness coloured Aleksander's tone as he explained, though he fought not to be too hostile towards Ezer. The Half Dragon boy, after all, had been more or less tolerant of him so far and was even offering his help, lighting the fire so Aleksander could cook the shark meat. The heat coming off it was decent now so the Shadow skewered both pieces on sticks before handing one to Ezer. He wasn't sure if the boy had expected to be given food, and Aleksander wouldn't be offended if he didn't eat it, but if there was one thing the Shadow believed in it was repaying favours in kind.
"I travel on my own most of the time. Not so different to you, right? Do you have a family?" Aleksander ran his hand over the smooth scales of Lerna's front leg, though she ignored him in favour of her meal.
"I take Lerna with me everywhere, of course. And I cope well enough. Being blind make things more challenging, but not impossible." He didn't add that he didn't trust anyone else enough to travel with them, and that even the few Shadows he'd met had disappeared never to be seen again. Killed, probably. People in Litharia often reacted to the unpleasant feeling Shadows created with violence, and as a result Aleksander had formed that opinion that he was better off fending for himself, however difficult that was. It was nice to run into someone now and then who would talk to him, though.
"From the City, huh? I love the cities." The Shadow sounded wistful; he rarely dared to go there, despite the fact that the life energy in the cities was bountiful and freely available. It was just too difficult, he usually found, and too dangerous.
"I'm nomadic. I don't have a home in Litharia. Do you travel a lot? I would've thought Litharia would be dangerous for a kid."