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He didn't know who, what or where he was.

That was the truth.

He had woken up a month ago, in a ditch with his legs cut off, and crawled out of there. He didn't know how he got there, he didn't know where he was before, he didn't know a damn thing about anything before that day he woke up.

He was quick to learn, however. He learned that one must eat to maintain strength. He learned that the normal creatures who live in the wild fear him wholeheartedly. He learned the civilized creatures, sentient, intelligent and extremely varied, either feared or was fascinated by him. He learned that you needed to piss and shit whatever your body didn't need.

He learned that sleep is a vital part of daily function.

He also learned of nightmares at the same time.

Horrific nothings and terrifying illusions that made him jolt awake and scream awake. Of claws and teeth and blades and fire. Every time he grasped at whatever it was that caused him such terror, it vanished back into his mind, retreating to torture him anew when he tried to sleep.

He learned he was different than the other two legged creatures. He was far stronger, faster and more resilient. He grew his legs back in a week after he devoured an entire herd of black and white creatures that stank and had milk organs on the lower part of their body. The sentients there tried to chase him out with three toed iron claws and digging things. There wasn't a pack living there, together anymore.

He learned the sentients communicated ideas and intentions through sound, and finally, he learned to understand these sounds. He never learned to speak them, it never felt like his place to.

He had improved his lot in life considerably since he had awakened. He had protective steel hides covering his already tough flesh. He had a massive iron claw to cut his enemies. He had taken small iron teeth and ran it through his until it was straight and clean. He even bathed once a day if he could help it. It was going nice.

Until, of course, he started to meddle in a species of sentients called "Humans"

A village had been attacked by rogues, outcasts, petty scavengers trying to prey on the weak. Luckily for them, he had slept close by when they rang their iron things to alert the people. Their little warning cries. Against his better judgement, he decided to befriend these humans. To make them want to keep him by their side as a guardian

He entered the place, forgiving them at first for they thought he was one of the jackals, the vultures. He ignored the arrow that went into his neck, breaking it off of his pale flesh that somehow was also black. Just a bit, just enough to make someone look twice. When he reached the "bandits" as the humans called them, they were sacking the food stores. He simply pulled out his blade and started to attack. He felt a void strike his mind, and he was gone.

Ten minutes of cries of terror, mercy, pain and fear later, he was alone in the town center. Most of the cobblestone roads were soaked red with blood and limbs were scattered all over the place. He had abandoned the sword at the third man, tearing the other six apart with his bare hands and teeth. He seemed to stand perfectly still, in a trance, before he blinked a few times and looked at his surroundings. Strange. He didn't recall killing them, but he did. He glanced to the humans, hoping to find gratitude, but he only saw horror and fear. He was too savage, too bloodthirsty. They seemed to be forming a crowd that slowly edged towards him. Probably sticking close to the protector, whatever that was. He cracked the knuckles of his hand with his thumb, curious as to what they will try to use to kill him
 
Then, a faint murmur rippled through the crowd. The priestess, they whispered reverently. The priestess is here. They parted like a grand curtain, the sea of people moving aside to make way for the slim, delicate figure that walked through them. Long, nearly white hair trailed down her back, drifting about her form, which was clad in silken robes of a soft pink color, embroidered with gold. Earrings jingled in her ears, bright as the simple crown on her head. Her feet, when she stepped forward, were shown to be bare, the same pale golden tone as the rest of her skin. She looked at the creature, the man, calmly, her eyes a deep, piercing blue that seemed to flicker faintly with violent in the light.

She knelt down in front of him without fear, the layers of her robes spreading out like the petals of a flower. Looking into his eyes. Like him, she was silent, though for her it was because she had given her voice to God. She did not move, waiting to see how he would react to her presence.

Her name was Asuka, third priestess of the Kingdom. She smiled at him.

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He blinked.

A female girl presenting herself as a vulnerable thing.

He looked around

No signs of someone trying to sneak up on him.

He knelt down, looking at her with confusion in his eyes. Did they really just send her? A human girl? From what he could hear, she was a priestess, but still. One fell swoop and she'd be killed. Just like that. They'd be without a God for who knows how long and all because of them being stupid.

He stood up over her, trying to push her into a reaction. He blurred forward, claws outstretched to her neck. He made it fast enough as to make sure she couldn't react in time, but slow enough that she could register it. It stopped just as it came into contact with her skin, making a small hole where a minuscule amount of blood came out, and he watched for her reaction
 
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She did not move, and simply blinked those large, piercing eyes. As though she could see through him. Asuka reached up then, her hands soft and warm as they wrapped around his, drawing it back from her throat and gently curling it closed. She smiled again, looking back up at him. There was not the slightest scent of blood lust, or sign of judgement from her, despite the wariness still shown by the humans gathered a bit away. Still, she did not speak.
 
She did not move, and simply blinked those large, piercing eyes. As though she could see through him. Asuka reached up then, her hands soft and warm as they wrapped around his, drawing it back from her throat and gently curling it closed. She smiled again, looking back up at him. There was not the slightest scent of blood lust, or sign of judgement from her, despite the wariness still shown by the humans gathered a bit away. Still, she did not speak.
 
The warmth, the gentleness caught him so off guard that he could only stare in surprise at her, gently closing his blood soaked hands like it was nothing. He pulled back as if he was touching red hot iron, unsure of what he was feeling

Needles.

Tingly needles and fluffy sensations burned in his hands. He looked at her, eyes wide with surprise as he scrambled a bit back from her. He slowly went closer, eyes fixated on her calm gaze before twitching to the wound he had caused. Minor as it was, it bothered him now. He got up, walking to a corpse and tearing the cloth from his torn arm. He got back and tore the sleeve into strips.

Carefully, as if afraid to break her, he wrapped a strip across her neck, though stopped, took the strip off, and went to to a midsection of some poor raider. He pulled a flask from the belt and sniffed it. he nodded and soaked the strips in the contents before returning to the girl, wrapping it around her neck. He did the act like handling a viper, far too New to the gesture to be at ease or even helpful
 
Asuka watched him curiously, still calm and not moving until it was done. She smiled, touching the makeshift bandage lightly with her fair hand. Her eyes spoke her thanks, though none left her lips. Sometimes she wished she could speak when she wanted to, but the need to convey the words of God when her revelations came was far more important than her wishes; she knew that.
 
He nodded to her silent gratitude, looking around to the cautious townsfolk. How would hconvince them he was no longer a threat? They seemed less scared than they were, but still they didn't trusting. He would have to rely on this girl, it seemed

He Sat down, crossing his legs and looking at her, then the townsfolk. Finally he relented and put his hands on his head in a gestured surrender
 
The villagers murmured, beginning to move forward, some with anger in their eyes. The priestess stood, and extended an arm in front of the seated being, her billowing sleeve draping like a curtain to hide him from their judging gaze. She tilted her head towards the sky, pale golden hair rippling down her back as she closed her eyes.

The Balance flowed around her, she could feel it. She opened her mind to it, breathing it in like air. Searching for words, a message she could give. The crowd waited breathlessly for several moments, and then, she found one at last. Asuka smiled as she opened her eyes, and said simply, her voice soft and ringing clearly like a bell: "There is no evil in his soul."

The villagers hesitated only briefly before bowing their heads and withdrawing. The words of God had come from the lips of his priestess, the judgement was given and could not be changed.
 
He frowned.

No evil....

None? Whatsoever? These people take her word for solid gold, probably spoke the words of their god.

But none? None at all? He tore those people limb from limb and he's not evil? He looked at her with confusion, shaking his head as if to state he didn't agree with the statement before getting back to his feet. The townsfolk seemed to look at him funny and shake their heads, probably not believing it themselves, but went about their business, one poor man has the job of sweeping the streets. He wanted to laugh as the guy stood, scratching his head at the mess and how to clean it.

He looked at the girl for a good long while before letting out a puff of air, shaking his head at her...

What now?

He looked around, seeing them pick up the pieces of his chaos, but honestly he did not wish to help them. They wanted to kill him before, and he wasn't too sure if people would like his company. That left the priestess girl.

He decided to just look at her, the kind of stare that indicates they're expecting something from you. He let a shrug go through his shoulders as if to ask what now?
 
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Asuka only turned to smile softly at him. She knew now, thanks to the Revelation she had been given, that this being, this man did not destroy those men out of spite, but a desire to protect. That was not an evil act. She gently beckoned him, as one might a wary beast, intending to get him out of the eye of the villagers for now, so that they might stop dwelling upon him and glaring so.
 
He was almost thankful for her little beckon. Honestly what was he going to do if she just left him there. He didn't want to leave her anymore for some odd reason, either. She probably charmed him by saving him from the peasantry, but he wasn't inclined to let that revelation stop him from being charmed.

He walked to her slowly, gesturing for her to show the way
 
She led him back towards the carriage that waited for her, where the woman who held the door looked at the blood-covered male dubiously. The loose brown robes and hood she wore made it hard to tell more features than her bright green eyes. "Lady, I don't think," she began, but fell silent when Asuka simply shook her head. With a sigh, she closed the door behind them once both were inside.
 
He smiled at the stranger's suspicion, it reminded him that he wasn't dreaming. It reminded him that the strange little mute priestess was in fact real, and she did in fact spare him from the wrath of the townsfolk, and that she did in fact put him in a carriage with her, going to fuck knows where to do fuck knows what.

He's been in worse conditions, in far uglier company.

He stood for a good long while, simply staring at her, as if to try and figure out why she would do that. He puffed out air and leaned back, giving up on the endeavor before he gained a headache. He resumed his nervous habit of cracking his knuckles with his thumb, looking out the window and surveying the wilderness as it went by
 
Asuka smiled a bit back at him whenever she noticed him staring, but said nothing for the entire ride. She hoped that he wouldn't mind the silence, since she had no ability to give any conversation to make him feel more at ease. Finally, the carriage pulled up in front of a simple, square temple in the middle of the forest. The graceful columns of silvery grey stone and the elegant reliefs carved over the door gave it an air of mystery.

The woman from before opened the door, and the Priestess gestured again for the male to follow as she stepped down and made her way inside. The halls were carpeted in a soft blue, the walls bare save for the occassional portrait of Priestesses from the past, all dressed in the same regalia as she was.
 
He could kill a man with the awkward atmosphere.

He really could

He didn't know how to speak, and she apparently did some sort of oath of silence. Two mute people in a carraige for a long time.

He was very glad when it ended, following her without complaint into the place. He didn't have a clue as to what it was until he saw the portraits. So he was in a temple? He wasn't even religious and he was in a temple. He'd laugh if he had a better grasp of what was to come.

All the while as they walked, he stuck uncomfortably close to her, proverbially clinging to her in this new, strange environment
 
Once they reached a small sitting room of soft blues and greens, Asuka moved to sit on a simple couch, reaching up to remove her crown and the jewelry that jingled on her ears and neck. She sighed softly in relief as the weight was removed. Then she smiled, holding out a hand for his and drawing him gently to sit beside her. She turned his hand, palm up, and wrote into it.

Can you read?

As this was her only way of communicating outside of a simple sign language, which those close to her had all learned, she hoped so.
 
He stared at the scratches, furroweing his brows to and make sense of it. He's seen humans do this all the time, yet he could never understand them by looking at it. It was an alien thing to him, reading. He could only let up his shoulders, shaking his head at the writing after a while
 
Asuka sighed, lowering her hands in disappointment, which was clear on her face. So she had no way to communicate with her strange new guest. She stood, lightly tapping the small silver bell that hung over the door. There was one in every room, and her attendant showed up quickly in response to its sound. She gestured, asking her to run a bath for the man.

The attendant's name was Sarah. She made a slight face but moved to obey.
 
He did as he was told, following the new girl to the bath. He stopped, raising an eyebrow. He gained a dirty smile as he pointed to her, made a washing notion, and pointed to him, asking her if she had to wash him now
 
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