It didn't take Æn'kae long to realize wherever this place was, it seemed to be pulling images from his memories rather than the actual places, or more importantly, actual animals. Which meant he could explore without worrying about them getting themselves hurt. And as he explored, the landscape continued to shift, probably pieces from strangers that he didn't run into.
The young vulcanoid was relatively tall, with scarring covering much of his body and unkempt curly hair on the top of his head, the sides shaved down. He wore an armor-like uniform all silver and black with a reptilian bird of prey on the a harness over his chest. In a way that went beyond the physical it had a feeling of menace, his own feelings on the thing imparted to it. In contrast, draped over his shoulders was a sleeveless overrobe with a flowing embroidery pattern and this seemed to almost push back the sense from the uniform. He seemed to more closely align with the latter clothing item. There wasn't much menacing in how he carried himself.
He did not have the context to know that the haunted house was a creepy stereotype. Though it certainly seemed dilapidated. He raised an eyebrow at the setting and then he spotted the being there. Was this her memory? Likely. Between that and the chains he was concerned. He rushed forward, really hoping the ground wouldn't change mid-step and cause him to fall. ... ... again.
"Umm. Jolan'tru?" He hesitated after the greeting. What could he do? Offer to help? He was just as trapped as she was in this place. But. He wasn't chained up, and maybe that he could help. "Would uh... I can see if I can get those off if you'd like." She didn't know him, she had no reason to trust him, but it didn't hurt to offer.
A Haunted House
The young vulcanoid was relatively tall, with scarring covering much of his body and unkempt curly hair on the top of his head, the sides shaved down. He wore an armor-like uniform all silver and black with a reptilian bird of prey on the a harness over his chest. In a way that went beyond the physical it had a feeling of menace, his own feelings on the thing imparted to it. In contrast, draped over his shoulders was a sleeveless overrobe with a flowing embroidery pattern and this seemed to almost push back the sense from the uniform. He seemed to more closely align with the latter clothing item. There wasn't much menacing in how he carried himself.
He did not have the context to know that the haunted house was a creepy stereotype. Though it certainly seemed dilapidated. He raised an eyebrow at the setting and then he spotted the being there. Was this her memory? Likely. Between that and the chains he was concerned. He rushed forward, really hoping the ground wouldn't change mid-step and cause him to fall. ... ... again.
"Umm. Jolan'tru?" He hesitated after the greeting. What could he do? Offer to help? He was just as trapped as she was in this place. But. He wasn't chained up, and maybe that he could help. "Would uh... I can see if I can get those off if you'd like." She didn't know him, she had no reason to trust him, but it didn't hurt to offer.