03-14-2011, 11:06 PM
BashaA smile appears on the halfling's face. " Ah. Welcome." He watches the lizard intently, studying its near-mindless movements, unencumbered by anything other than the desire for food, and drink, and shelter. It is, perhaps, a life to be envied. But his life is not so simple. He sometimes feels like a toy of forces he doesn't understand and cannot see. He doesn't know why he lingers here in Tyr. He had come here as a weapon of his people, and that weapon had found its mark. But now he lies restless, and fears that he doesn't know the motivations of the ones that now aim him at new targets. He sighs, wistful.
He watches as the lizard settles. He hums a strain of a children's song, something about the chain of life. Then his left hand snaps out in a flash, snaring the lizard by the tail. His right hand comes forward to grip the creature's head, and he pulls, snapping the neck and killing it instantly. " Kakzim, his arms wide." He brings the body to his mouth and rips open the soft flesh of its belly, drinking deeply of the flow of blood. He proceeds to bite off what little meat there is on the tiny thing, sharp teeth ripping skin and flesh and tendons. He throws the carcass away. He wipes his mouth and face with his hands, then cleans his hands in the sand.
The sun has finally finished setting, and Basha knows that he's not safe here once night falls, however close the walls may be. He stands, takes a deep breath, and returns to the gates. Once inside the walls, he concentrates on keeping his walk natural, light, the movements of the predator, not the stiff, stunted stride of the city-dwelling karntas. He makes his way back to Nina's shelter, where he loses himself in helping to prepare the evening meal with whatever stores are still available.