Thread: ..::Proposition::.. [ Rengar x Ironic ]

Reverberating from the trees, the snapping of the twig rung in repetition in her eardrums. Instincts took over, and she crouched down, her knees bending and her head stiffened with alert and careful diligence. Scrutinizing the dark male figure, she contemplated if he was trustworthy enough to save her again? What if he wanted to kill her himself, or take her as a sacrifice for his own God? Another snap resounded through the muggy forest, making up her mind in what to do now. She was slow in response to follow him but manage to catch up. Still yet, her clasp was taut on the wooden handle of her spear. This weapon will deem itself worthy for fighting off antagonists. Notwithstanding the several minutes it took to get to the entrance of the cave, it seemed like hours, years, days. Trepidation was certainly a weird... notion? It ate you alive until the sanity were no more. It turned time to eternity. Every little breeze, motion of the grass, had paranoia creeping up your spinal cord. High-tech this cave was, just seeming like an ordinary and original cave just by first glance. Taking a few steps back, hesitantly she pondered on if she should really go inside this foreign place with a stranger. Already she was shown just how rough it was to trust someone she just met, but this male had a pleasing ambiance to him. Maybe everything would be alright? The huntress remained heedful, not letting her guard down like in times past. Steadily the doors of the entrance closed, a light purr rumbling through the room until the bottom made contact with the flooring. It was a homey aura, and she felt safe in the confines of it. Though, it was peculiar how the male was acting, but it was easy to tell that he had a fair amount going on in his mind. It was a well-kept cave, everything tidy and placed in a neat and generous manner. An open chair resided beside the Purifier, and she took it upon herself to sit down on it. Nidalee's right leg crossed over her left thigh, her hands folded over her kneecap courteously. Those green apple irises followed his almond ones, trying to read into his mind despite his unperturbed expression. The ones who are the most quiet have the most pent up emotions inside of their soul. He was looking at her in a... lecherous way, but something stopped him. The quick quirk of his eyes towards the portrait hanging on the wall rid of his ill intentions. Revolving her head to face the framed image, she frowned. It was easy to piece the puzzle up despite the lack of words. His love, life and everything was no longer here with us, and he was unsettled with a profuse amount of sentiments. Alright, Lucian. If you seek no further payment I will not question your decision. A slight sigh of relief left her plump lips, not having to go her way to please someone else out of her comfort zone. The pauses were thorny and uncomfortable. Rustling in her seat, she gazed down, avoiding eye contact and concentrating on sound to make up for it. Once he stood up, quickly her gaze followed. Did he say... Rengar sounded familiar? A slight jump in her heart rattled in her chest, but she knew better than to get her hopes up. After all, this could be a trap in disguise. Dust clogged her nostrils, the old a frail paper being very ancient. She coughed, shielding her mouth and nose momentarily to catch her clogged breath. He was on to something, and this made her jump out of her chair, firmly planting both palms on the heavenly white table to evaluate the attenuated map. The black mans finger skimmed against the plat, his fingertip coating with gray dust. All of these places he skimmed... she heard of but never traveled to. This search would be treacherous and long, and already her bemused wrinkles were prominent. Phew! She exaggerated out, looking the other way to shake her head. This was overwhelming for her. Maybe she bit off more than she could chew at this point? This adventure is going to be long. Tapping an anxious foot on the floor, she bit the inside of her cheek, creating a pathway that would lead her to her destination inside of her head. Clearing her throat, she licked her cracked lips, almost forgetting to answer his inquire. Ah, I simply just wish to speak to this Pridestalker. Something that he has I need. Well, she wasn't lying, but she wasn't going to give him all of the information she knew about her quest. May I? She gestured, wanting to take the map with her for further study on her voyage. This will come in handy, due to my inexperience. Not wanting to be rude, her forefinger and thumb gripped at the left hand edge of the map, readying to take it once she got the Okay from him. Should she offer for him to tag along? No. This was something she had to do alone, but his help will not be taken for granted and will forever be appreciated.