Just Speak. [CL. RP] {Ongoing}

Mordant was surprised at the presence of another in his forest. Niax, his supervisor told him that the forest were usually off limits to others due to it being his hunting ground. Being the third person he met here, Mordant began to question how much the rule actually applied to everyone. He was getting used to interacting with others and with Astrael's and Evelyn's help he had been doing a lot better. However, he was still nervous. What if the newcomer did not like him? He did have a very strange appearance after all.

He moved silently between the trees, his slender form easily blending in with he skinny pines. His senses told him exactly where the person was, but something told him he wasn't meant to find them so easily. He nervously tugged at his shroud and he thought about what to say. He stepped out of the shadows and stared up at the tree, he couldn't see anything, but he could feel the energy and smell their unease.

"Ahh... umm... Noot be scared." He pointed to the blue flame above his head. "Iss friend."

He looked up again and then back down at the dirt.

"Iss yoou allowed here? Iss noot many otherss come here."

Mordant stared at the girl and leaned towards her.

"I iss ok. Enemy iss noot allowed anywhere." He said firmly. "Iss be long time since see enemy."

He pointed at his barely healed scar on his side.

"Iss not nice humaans." He said with a scowl in his voice. Mordant again stared at her quietly. "Yoou iss friend? I meet yoou once?"

He continued to push his senses out to examine her. She seemed familiar, but his time with the other cultists in the catacombs was a blur of pain and fury. It had been a while since he was down there, he was stationed as a guard in the forest at the moment.

((Sorry if what I say seems weird, I'm trying to make all of the puppeteer events link up in a timeline to make them all cannon))

He could smell the unpleasant ooze and shook his head. He didn't want to be smelling that when he should be looking out for puppeteers.

"Ah... Iss ok." He said politely. He scratched his head and then drifted his fingertips over the wound on his shoulder. The eye on his shroud widened in realization and he pointed at her. "I knoow yoou. Yoou iss good friend. Heelp fix."

He put a hand over his chest and his eye arched up in a smile.

"Iss me. Moordant."

"Iss yoou ok?" He asked slightly concerned. "Foor now iss saafe in foorest."

He turned his head and examined their surroundings, making sure there was no fluctuation of energy nearby. He turned back to Ky and nodded.

"Iss still saafe. Leader saay we will win." He said firmly. "No worry Kyy. It bee alright."

Mordant tugged on his shroud anxiously. He touched the scar on his hand briefly before he tapped a fist on his palm in a determined fashion.

"I consume them all. They woon't come back." He said simply. "They hiide, I hunt. Iss simple. We noot damaged. We iss stronger. They noot win, yoou see, Ky."

Mordant's eye showed he was smiling and he nodded.

"Ok. Need plant thaat smell baad?" He asked, pointing at the succulent in his hand. "I doon't knoow plants... but I knoow smell."

He focused his senses on the acrid scent and pinpointed a cluster on a patch of dry earth. His stride was long as he walked over and dug the entire plant from the ground. He held the plant with dirt clump attached towards Ky.

"Iss like thiss?" He asked, expecting some praise for his good work. He never understood plants. As a wendigo he never had to worry about what he ate. Poisons never worked on him so identifying what was good to eat was never something he learned. His friends however, were much more fragile. They had to eat certain things so he had to be careful.

Mordant crouched and touched the tied clump with a single claw.

"Iss good plant? Yoou eaat?" He asked as he took another whiff of the scent. He recoiled and shook his head. He was sensitive to such smells and he didn't think people would eat it. He looked back at her and tilted his head. "Plant fix huurts?"