A pair of ancient eyes, colored with copper and swirls of crimson and teal flickered upwards, catching the motion of Silvana, and of the angel Savona, their movements supple and fluid across the ground. The elder did not bother following them; the slight depressed around around the group had led him to believe that they needed to speak privately. Old eagle feather fell from behind his ear into his vision, hindering the images that he saw with dark golds and brilliant brown colors, mixing in with the brilliance of the land the family shard.
His joints popped slightly as he rose, a quiet moan stiffled as he stood for moment. His body was old, regardless of his mentality, and sometimes, he wasn't sure if he would last through the next winter. Thoughts of life without his new family clouded his mind for longer than he wished, and Croix found himself slowly heading after the couple. He ignored Silvana's words to Savona, not wanting to intrude. The weight of past lost and the present currently confused the elder, and being alone was not something he thought a good idea. He came here for company, and he would have it, even if it meant tagging along in a private conversation.
Croix doubted that they would mind his presence. They seemed to understand the importance of having others around, and though alone time was something every individual seemed to cherish, there were time when being alone was just not necessary. Old paws fell softly underneath him, and soon the creaking of his old bones ceased, and his movements became more and more fluid, qu iet, and almost inaudible. His breath was often short and his heart normally burned within his chest, even before meals, but these were things that he learned to accept. Complaining got him nowhere, and would not turn back the clock of aging.
Though the older male kept to himself and was rather nondisclosing, diplomatic at times, he knew his company was appreciated. The word tolerated would be nothing less of a lie. Croix was not tolerated. He was accepted. He might not have allowed the others a chance to get to know him, but that would soon change. Times would prevent mysteries from forming within Forbidden Echoes, as the stresses of the world around them might soon destroy bonds and seemingly tolerated[ individuals.
Besides, Croix was family. He felt no need to isolate himself; there had just been no ample oppurtunity for the wise elder to get to know, or be gotten to known (that sounds.. odd.. I don't know if that's right.. XD) but that would change, with whatever time would allow.
And so, he continued forward, silently following the soon to be couple as they traveled on, his movements gone unnoticed, but not ignored... Soon enough, he began hummng a slight tune, distracting himself from thoughts of dread and the dragging pain he felt towards the lost of his only love. The old man hummed, tuning out the past and ignoring conversation of the present. He simply hummed and traveled on, as he used to do, his eyes now bright with color, dancing with a humility that had been discovered so long ago...
OOC Uhm, I apologize for the crappy post.... It has been awhile since I've written well, anything..
My apologies, darlings.
[underneath it all, we feel so small.]
the heavens fall, but still we crawl.
[all I've undergone, I will keep on.]