A Light to Guide You [SWP]

otem Trouble is as a trouble does, when it's on a troubled mind Reasons come and reasons will go when the blind are followin' the blind Otem, childishly, felt immediately bitter as K'yarie began explaining about the Metus. Otem knew everything the mare had said, and resented the implication that she didn't. She had faced him twice. Had K'yarie? Internally Otem wanted to sneer and ask the mare if she wanted an award for being so clever, but on the outside she did nothing but smile and nod politely. "I don't mind at all." Otem answered, her youthful voice casual as she happily strode to the front of their rag-tag group. Although she was smart enough to have a healthy fear of the Metus, having faced him twice already she thought she knew enough of his tricks to avoid him should that become necessary. As she moved towards his cave, Otem's steps grew more tentative (though she tried to hide this), and with quick furtive glances she looked around, trying to figure out where he was. Surely he was hiding in the shadows somewhere? Watching them? Biding his time before attacking? But he wasn't. He wasn't doing anything at all. Otem's jaw dropped as he lumbered out of his cave. He was no longer the intimidating beast he had been before, but something sluggish and sad looking. Without eyes to focus on Otem's gaze roamed in circles from his wide mouth to his claws and then back again. "You told me before that this place was better before the darkness came .. We're here to give you a ball of hope to try and push the darkness back." He'd also told her that he wasn't sure if the portal to Helovia would ever open again. And if that was the case, they'd all need to learn how to live with each other in this new land. "More of us are arriving every day ... and if we don't want to be stepping on top of one another all the time, we need more space. We need to push the shadows back. " Pausing to think for a moment, Otem added, "It's in everyone's best interest." Trilling tentatively, Pandora swooped low, dropping a wounded mouse before the Metus. A hunter like he was, Pandora hadn't killed the creature, knowing that many other predators wouldn't eat something unless they'd killed it themselves. Though she wasn't a fan of the thing that had attacked her bonded twice now, it pained the animalistic part of her that ached at seeing such a strong creature brought so low by mere hunger.

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Otem tries to convince the Metus to take the light, and Pandora brings him a small snack :)