As Nir'wei spoke, Kylar felt a slight bit of shame. The man talked about killing so brutally, and he wasn't far from the truth. These creatures, albeit beautiful, were used for that purpose - methods of killing. Of course, it was all for justice and to save people, but he would be training to kill with one of these creatures. Heck, he already HAD trained to kill. He lowered his gaze a little at the thought of it. What he did was for good, but that didn't make it good. He took life, something so precious and personal. It wasn't something he was proud of doing. But someone had to. There were people out there who killed without second thought, and those were the people he hunted down. If he lived with regret his whole life, so be it - as long as he was saving more lives than he took.
"I can imagine, hence my desire to become a rider. A handler, as well, one day. But that bond is something I want" he explained, keeping his eyes fixed on Sorclen as he did so. "As a hunter, I always felt different to the rest. The other hunters were violent and took joy in the kill of an animal. They saw themselves above the animals on the food chain. But for me, it was like we were equals. A battle of power and mind between me and my hunt. I guess I've always felt a connection."
He wanted to explain how he didn't hunt animals anymore, but bringing himself to say he hunt people wasn't something he could do. Crimson knew, as did most of his friends - as few as he may have. But that was partially the reason he isolated himself so much. He would never let what he did make him proud, and surrounding himself with people who either believe it's fine or tell him it is out of sympathy was no good for him. Sometimes he wondered which Crimson was, did she just comfort him or did she really believe it was right? Perhaps one day he would ask.
Kylar sighed, then slowed down his scratching of Sorclen. As much fun as he was having, he was here for a tour. "I think it's best we go and carry on, if that's alright. But I hope to see this one again" he chuckled. "Besides, Jacadon sound interesting. What do you say Crimson?"
He turned his attention to Sorclen once more and gave him one final scratch behind the ear. "I hope to see you again soon, Sorclen."
"I can imagine, hence my desire to become a rider. A handler, as well, one day. But that bond is something I want" he explained, keeping his eyes fixed on Sorclen as he did so. "As a hunter, I always felt different to the rest. The other hunters were violent and took joy in the kill of an animal. They saw themselves above the animals on the food chain. But for me, it was like we were equals. A battle of power and mind between me and my hunt. I guess I've always felt a connection."
He wanted to explain how he didn't hunt animals anymore, but bringing himself to say he hunt people wasn't something he could do. Crimson knew, as did most of his friends - as few as he may have. But that was partially the reason he isolated himself so much. He would never let what he did make him proud, and surrounding himself with people who either believe it's fine or tell him it is out of sympathy was no good for him. Sometimes he wondered which Crimson was, did she just comfort him or did she really believe it was right? Perhaps one day he would ask.
Kylar sighed, then slowed down his scratching of Sorclen. As much fun as he was having, he was here for a tour. "I think it's best we go and carry on, if that's alright. But I hope to see this one again" he chuckled. "Besides, Jacadon sound interesting. What do you say Crimson?"
He turned his attention to Sorclen once more and gave him one final scratch behind the ear. "I hope to see you again soon, Sorclen."