[AW] You'll Never Know

[Jarek]

JAREK -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We are the frayed, we are the torn We are the beaten and the scorned And now you’ve forced the beast to bare its teeth -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The scents that danced around his nostrils told of long ago struggles. This was an interesting place indeed.  Filled with turmoil and struggle. The cramped and cold space made him feel unsettled. Why and where were they running to? Curiosity drove him onwards. His breath visible in swirling huffs, he had never been somewhere so cold as these lands. The cold made him feel miserable, it made him feel lethargic.  The flowers still grew in a pattern ahead, leading him - he hoped to a prize ahead. He could now start to smell something. Someone to be more exact.  This scent was a lot fresher than the others he had been noting. It smelt exotic and wild to his senses. What exactly was this tunnel he had found himself in? Then he heard the words calling out in the darkness down a different turn, deeper within the tunnels. His ears flicked forwards and focused on determining its exact origin. He stepped from the shadows revealing himself with smooth motions. Icy blue eyes taking in the beautiful form that was before him. He was momentarily taken aback by her appearance. Who was this little lady? Were those wings? He looked closer looking for deception and trickery. “Good evening little dragonfly.” He said softly in his gravelly voice. Trickery or not, this creature seemed to be….otherworldly. Perhaps she would even prove to be his bridge back to the desert gods he held so dearly. OOC: <3