04-22-2013, 01:20 AM
Reinn had calmed, fairly against his own volition. The man's voice paired both with the calm peace of the forest and the hand carding through his hair left the defenses his tense posture had made completely lowered. It wasn't until the man spoke again that the reason he was there to begin with again became prevalent.
His dull green eyes gave away the fear that was once again seeping from his every muscle. He was here for a reason. He was here to die so others didn't have to,"W-w..." His voice faltered, failing him again, his legs shortly following them as he crouched, not being able to lift himself along with the dread sitting heavily on his head, his shoulders, his chest.
Reinn couldn't bear to look up at the god, curled over himself,"If... If you can't do anything about it, why take my people? Without this forest my people may die out completely, whether it be by attack or by starvation. You say that fire will rage and this only lends another chance of our home being swept out from under us."
He finally, in his anger, gathered the strength to look through his hair bright as the raging fire this powerful man spoke about as if it wouldn't mean the loss of life,"You say only the weak will die, but have you seen the state of my family? The winter has been cruel to us, and we had hoped the spring would be equally as kind." He slumped over, defeated. He'd rather let this be his death-bed than be forced into being the messenger that brings news of his rath's future suffering. They were too weak to seek solace in another village, the trip would be too much for many of them. The choice would be to suffer the walk to an unknown location, or suffer the fire and famine.
His dull green eyes gave away the fear that was once again seeping from his every muscle. He was here for a reason. He was here to die so others didn't have to,"W-w..." His voice faltered, failing him again, his legs shortly following them as he crouched, not being able to lift himself along with the dread sitting heavily on his head, his shoulders, his chest.
Reinn couldn't bear to look up at the god, curled over himself,"If... If you can't do anything about it, why take my people? Without this forest my people may die out completely, whether it be by attack or by starvation. You say that fire will rage and this only lends another chance of our home being swept out from under us."
He finally, in his anger, gathered the strength to look through his hair bright as the raging fire this powerful man spoke about as if it wouldn't mean the loss of life,"You say only the weak will die, but have you seen the state of my family? The winter has been cruel to us, and we had hoped the spring would be equally as kind." He slumped over, defeated. He'd rather let this be his death-bed than be forced into being the messenger that brings news of his rath's future suffering. They were too weak to seek solace in another village, the trip would be too much for many of them. The choice would be to suffer the walk to an unknown location, or suffer the fire and famine.