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Do you see the chill behind his eyes?

There’s a reason why he hides behind a mask of normalcy, why he is reluctant to put his trust in the hands of just any given person, because he isn’t what he seems. He harbors a dark passenger, a wistful rider of supposed justice, with the coming of insistent urges and…a lust for blood on his hands. He fights the insanity with compromise, with…establishing a right from wrong.

You would never know his secret, he would never inform you. Unless of course you held the same darkness…the same…desires as he did, and even then, how would he know? Because you would now tell him…but perhaps he could see the cold behind your eyes; the same lack of expression that his own have developed.

Dexter.

His name is Dexter.

Do you dare to attempt to gain his trust? Or are you his next victim…?

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Don't hide your darkness from me...I know it too well.

"Will you be going back to the forest for anything?" he asked, eyeing the forest for a moment before turning back to the elf.  "I have enough provisions to lasts us a while, cram and dried foods mostly, though we’ll have to find some more along the way, hunt if possible. In return I ask that you remain vigilant, and warn us of any approaching party before we are seen. There is little cover other than the woods in these parts, which I am not going to risk."

Watching the other closely, he takes note that everything is secure, meeting the other's gaze as he gestures for them to move forward. "I am ready." He states, pulling his cloak a little higher on his shoulders, and stepping close to walk alongside his new companion.

It was interesting. Silevel never thought he would get the chance to meet a human, his duties generally kept him occupied on most days. He was lucky that he was able to slip away unnoticed today. Though he did not know he would be unable to return when he left at dawn this morning. As such thoughts pass through his mind, he sighs silently and wishes his homeland farewell when they begin to walk.

He scratches Earendel’s neck absently as they speak, turning his head towards the river, looking at the other side for a while before answering. “Thieves, wolves, and other nasty folk all crossed our path. Yet I hear these parts are more dangerous than the roads and plains we’ve traveled so far, and I’d make haste to the next town if possible.”

As he watches Einar's hand absently scratch the mare's neck, he listens close to the dangers listed from the man's experience. "Ah. I should say you are correct. Few have seen the evil within these forests, and I should hope no more will. They are truly horrific."

A warm, wide smile spread across the rider’s face at the praise his mount received from the elf, nodding. “Earendel is strong and fast as only her kind ever were. You’ve got a good eye.” His lips pursed at the next few sentences though, though he answered with a light shrug. “Indeed, not everyone is friend to us, but we make due.” 

"Rest assured I've yet to see a finer steed." He adds, tilting his head as he contemplates the dangers beyond his homeland. It cannot be more dark than the torturous spindles of spiders in the woods aside them, could it? "Dare I ask what many dangers you've faced since we had crossed paths, master rider?" He asks, curiosity abounding.

The next answer makes him mirror the other’s expression, his eyebrows high. “Sounds like a long journey on foot, though what is time to one such as yourself.” His fingers stroke the mare’s blonde mane as they talked, calculating what the elf was telling him before the wood dweller inquired further.

"I suppose a journey such as yours requires much patience, but your horse is of fine breed no doubt, and fairer than some." The elf's sapphire eyes shift to the steed, who seems peaceful. "You've said you find company when your paths cross, I don't suppose it is always friendly. The road is lit with danger." He comments absently, though it's an obvious statement, merely to confirm his own thoughts. 

As he meets the rider's gaze again, his eyes speculative as he decides whether or not he will tell the other his name. On the one hand, he doesn't to be ill at ease with the sight of an elf, but on the other, he's gathered very little of the man's thoughts from their given conversation.

oh my fucking shit

heal me god fucking dammit

He doesn’t say much else, keeping his story, his destination and reasons for it to himself. He needs no more prying into his life than there already was on his way here, as private as he tried to be about it. News travel quick in Rohan though, and he was well known for his mistakes already. Let someone else talk about it. 

"I've no mount. I travel on foot, or in the trees when in the forest." His eyebrow raises yet again, "I would hardly call it staring. I come out of curiosity. It's as you said, nary but a few elves travel outside of the wood. My interest lies with the wildlife beyond the dark webbed trees."

The male presents a definite sharpness poised in his words. The elf remains collected and unphased by the tone. 

The young rider kept his distance from it, staying close to the river instead, keeping a sedate pace for now as he traveled. He was in no rush, really, he had his entire life to explore the lands as he wished, or until he could reclaim his post back in Rohan, find a way to redeem himself, though at the moment it seemed highly unlikely. 

And so he found himself trotting up the river path, noticing a solitary figure by it kneeling, no mount to be seen around him. Strange. He lead Earendel towards him, trotting around him once before stopping before him. An elf, delicate and graceful as tale told. Very strange. 

"Greetings, master elf." He began, not dismounting as he spoke, inspecting the elf from his higher position. He didn’t expect to find any in his way after avoiding the Golden Woods, having heard about the reclusive nature of Elves up north from the talk in towns. In all honesty, he would have gladly avoided the elves entirely if it was up to him, but he figured he could see if help was needed. Not much was known of them these days in Rohan, though legend told once you entered their woods you never came back. Many a rider had been lost that way, and so people were cautious.

“Perhaps…Though no farther than where I normally venture.” He replies simply, holding the rider’s gaze. “What is a lone rider doing so near of Mirthwood?” He asks, quirking a brow. “It’s not safe for one on their own. Many do well to avoid it.”

His interest is caught. He wonders what one would be doing all by his lonesome, traveling aside a dangerous forest on horseback. He wonders how long he could have been traveling, perhaps abandoned by his company, or perhaps…he simply prefers to travel by himself.