Uncertain over what hubris means, Zack can at least infer that he hasn't exactly pleased the immortal. “S'usually true,” he mumbles feeling chastised.
He stares at the immortal's eyes, his own turning wholly white for a few moments as if responding on some primaeval level. They swiftly return to normal and look the same as those of any mortal, perhaps; apart from being an ethereal blue. It looks incongruous with Zack's dishevelled appearance, the markings on his face, and his feral nature.
The explanation of the being's sight and the hawk are met with interest. Mental images of an enraged immortal hawk going for him aren't pleasant to contemplate. In the end, he opts for honesty. He may omit certain things, but Zack seldom sees the point in openly lying. Nothing but trouble there.
“Saw the birds and I was going to hunt some. Didn't set out to hurt your kin, and I didn't mean no disrespect.”
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Date: 2021-06-10 12:10 pm (UTC)From:He stares at the immortal's eyes, his own turning wholly white for a few moments as if responding on some primaeval level. They swiftly return to normal and look the same as those of any mortal, perhaps; apart from being an ethereal blue. It looks incongruous with Zack's dishevelled appearance, the markings on his face, and his feral nature.
The explanation of the being's sight and the hawk are met with interest. Mental images of an enraged immortal hawk going for him aren't pleasant to contemplate. In the end, he opts for honesty. He may omit certain things, but Zack seldom sees the point in openly lying. Nothing but trouble there.
“Saw the birds and I was going to hunt some. Didn't set out to hurt your kin, and I didn't mean no disrespect.”