by SunnyJustice » Wed Dec 28, 2016 2:28 pm
Cilan had such ridiculous pain tolerance that he shrugged off the cut. It was just a knife slice on his ear. Nothing major and nothing he needed to reset for. He was like one of those video game players who kept turning the game off and on again when they didn't get the desired outcome. As a phoenix, that was what he basically did in real life.
A normal person would have been burned from the werewolf's scorching eyes, the eyes of a hunter gone wild with rage. Cilan was an Adamson though, he had enough of his own fire in his eyes, so he could meet Mallory's gaze without a problem. Kind of hard to fight fire with fire when his mother was pretty much the sun. To be honest, he found Mallory's eyes to be oddly attractive. Although he assumed they were connected with the tragedy in her pack. So it was probably not a good thing, he decided.
Cilan realized he had approached her without figuring out what he wanted to say.
"Hi," he echoed and moved a step closer, carefully. He felt like he was approaching a wounded predator. One wrong move and he would get his throat torn out.
"I'm sorry about... you know." Cilan felt bad just bringing it up. "But I just wanted to say, it was for a good cause. I've died three times and I haven't done it for such a good purpose yet. I'm... I'm proud of your pack."