The Sign He Awaits (Open)

Her feels a hand reach up and grab his shoulder, and he immediately reacts. At first, he is quick and violent, but then he realises who he is about to strike with the back of his hand, and he leans back before bowing.

"Mein kumpel," he greets, extending his claw. "I see the bier didn't do you any harm."

He turns around and looks back at the view, but motions for the demon to join him. To him, he feels a strange sense, as though he shouldn't be friendly with this type of person. After all, he is here to right wrongs and stop evils from spreading. But at this moment, Ryo seems just as civil as any other non-human, and on top of that, he cannot let himself be seen as a villain.

Not yet, at least. Not until there is a proper perspective between good and evil.

Remembering how Ryo was a few nights prior, Krayto tries his best to smirk, resulting in only stretching his mouth larger. "Sometimes I tend to forget just how mad a place this can be. Some of it is just too serene for all that befalls it. Es ist schade, nicht wahr?"

Krayto chuckles; a hearty roar that fills friends with joy and enemies with fear. "Yah, night tends to be a strange time. But it is nothing to feel shamed about."

He picks up a small rock from the ground and chucks it into the flowing river, watching it collapse through the thin, snowy ice. His eyes focus in as the piece of the earth falls through the water, drifting like the chunks of ice that follow after it before bobbing back up to the surface. As if angered, Krayto leans back, his hands still grasping the railing, and he yawns.

"I find myself enjoying these sights until I get bored," he groans.

"And if that is not truth, then I care not about what is!" Krayto roars heartily as he pushes himself forwards, the railing creaking under his weight.

Yet all seems awfully still, quiet...perhaps even remote on this day. It is on these days that Krayto can hear himself think, and when he thinks, he realises that things aren't always as they seem. Ryo stands beside him, tranquil at best, but with darkness in his eyes. This demon that attacked him nights ago now looks so peaceful, and it makes Krayto wonder about him.

The Saurial spins around and leans his weight onto his right arm, which is covered by his red cloak. "So, demon Ryo, where are you from? And what exactly has brought you here?"

Krayto grumbles; a sign of aggravation towards a greater force at work. He often feels angry whenever people are shown to be or have been oppressed, but he never thought that he'd be sympathizing with a demon. To him, demons were always the harbingers of evil in all of its forms, not just singular ones like humans are. But if even demons face oppression, Krayto knows better than to let his preconceived ideas of them take over, and he leans in to listen more closely.

"Your people oppressed your sexual choice, and therefore oppressed you," he mutters, his words trailing. "So you were banished?"

"I will admit," the Saurial grumbles, "I have not found myself the victim of circumstance. I was a hero among the people I freed. Prisoners, all of us, but never did I have to turn my back on those who would otherwise keep me safe for a betrayal or a breach of trust."

He let his hang over the bridge, looking at his reflection rush by in the running water. A face obscured by a dark bronze leather helm, only his weary yellow eyes and decaying canines jutting from its crevices. His armour is strewn across his large body, held together only by thin straps of leather and stitches of old thread. His shoulder hides beneath a red cloak, stained from the blood of slain enemies. He sees only the image of a hero who rose to the occasion to defend his people, and who now has only the rest of the world to save from its own impending doom.

"I, too, have my grievances. People who could not be saved when I wanted only for them to make it out alive. The oppressed living under a rule that even I couldn't stagger. To say that I understand your pain would be insensitive," he snarls as he turns, holding out his hand. "But to say that I will stop yours is a promise."