#––– ❛ interactions 【 ingvar ; riiese. 】

[wiedzm1n]

@riiese   said   :   ❛ i could keep you safe. they are all afraid of me. ❜

it  was  funny  in  a  way  that  was  strangely  touching  at  the  very  same  time.  the  witcher  found  himself  making  a  study  of  the  one  spoke,  bending  his  neck  back  and  staring  into  the  clouds  in  order  to  do  so.  he  appeared  to  be  humanoid,  but  no  man  that  geralt  ever  saw  had  been  so  tall.  no  man  had  any  right  to  be  as  tall  as  the  trees  around  him,  anyway.

dangerous  —  deathly  dangerous,  geralt  instinctively  cautioned  himself.  but  when the  giant  had  offered  to  keep  him  safe,  geralt  was  even  more taken  aback.

❝      that’s  funny,       ❞       he  noted  with  a  chuckle,  motioning  towards  the  silver  blade  across  his  back.  not  only  did  geralt  not  have  enough  time  to  unsheathe  it,  but  he  was  beginning  to  believe  that  doing  so  would  have  proven  unnecessary.      ❝       they  all  fear  me  too.  all  of  the  ones  intelligent  enough  to  do  so,  but  i  suppose  that’s  their  business  if  they  would  like  to  find  out  just  how  vulnerable  i’m  not.  but  thank  you,  friend,  i  do  appreciate  the  offer.       ❞

[wildlcck]

INGVAR (@riiese):

"You killed them all, didn't you?"

Not that Ingvar is negatively judging — however; someone must bury the bodies. Evil men or no, they do not deserve to be picked clean by scavengers.

❛ yep. an' i'd just as soon do it all over again. i'm just gettin' started, too. these fuckers, they're like ants: once you stamp out a whole bunch o' them, another lot springs right up in their place. but, i've always bin good at dealin' with pests. i ain't never come across a bug or a rat that could outrun me. an' there ain't nowhere on this earth big or small enough where them bastards can run or hide from me. i'll catch up to 'em... sooner or later. ❜ her narrowed, faraway gaze finally settles on ingvar; she has to look twice- just to make sure her eyes aren't deceiving her. ❛ well, ain't you somethin'? what'd your mama wean you on- mountains? ❜

[fereldensheroesa]

@riiese liked for a Jaskier.

"It's curious, you know. Feeling my age. That's not something that's happened before." He knew he certainly didn't look his age. He hadn't in a decade or so, but he could feel it. Gods, could he. "I don't like it."

[bluepinetree12]

"I am believing... This is being thine. Er— yours."

The Journal, which very well should have gone tumbling off the cliff if only the giant weren't there to catch it, was held out to the lad. Perhaps this was the blessing, and the curse, of Gravity Falls: being chased, or assisted, by creatures which well and truly should not have existed anywhere else.

"You are being... most lucky, not to have been falling with it."

Dipper glanced at him, blinking for a few seconds, all the while trying to formulate a coherent thought. Before eventually speaking up.

"Thanks, I forgot where I had put it! I don't think we've met Mr... eh what's your name? And yeah you're right about that, if it got into the wrong hands, well the consequences would be utterly dire. I appreciate you returning it to me."

[countlessrealities]

Despite what many people tended to think, Mabel wasn't dull or superficial by any means. She was young, a little naive, hyperactive and easily easy to distraction...perhaps a little more than most teens her age. She often acted and spoke without thinking, missed and forgot details without realising.

It wasn't because she didn't care or because she wasn't emphatic enough. At times, her mind simply ran too fast for her to keep up.

So, at first, when Ingvar merely used his head to answer her, the true meanings of his gestures were lost on her. Once he spoke up, however, the girl seemed to instantly catch on.

He didn't have a home, a place, literal or metaphorical, where to feel safe or belong. It made her sad.

"Yeah, you can say that. I guess it's why we say that you feel at home somewhere or with someone," she mused after a moment, sounding much less subdue than she had until then. "It's...a nice feeling. I hope that you'll get to find it too, soon."

Then she shook her head, as to physically chase away the gloominess, and she beamed up at the giant.

"In the meanwhile, as your friend, I can be your temporary home!"

Ingvar shook his head. She didn't understand — he may have occupied it, but it didn't belong to him. It was simply in his mind a place he was borrowing for now. Perhaps continuing to speak his mind as to why it was not his would be futile, however, and so he found himself nodding — not because he agreed, but because he would prefer to change the subject. If calling out his cave made her feel better, then he supposed he could oblige — even if it was untrue.

Furthermore, he didn't know how long an hour was, nor what a bus was, but twelve of anything was quite a few, and he therefore could only deduce twelve hours was a long time. But that wasn't her home — her twin, her brother, was. How strange. And yet, it made some sense.

"I am supposing what you say is making sense. Home... is not physical place, but... feeling, hrm? Place... where you are belonging?"

He looked down at his own boots. "It is place I am resting my head, for now, I am supposing, but... it is not home. Surely ... surely, you are understanding? ... Perhaps, some-how, some-day, I... shall be having and knowing home."

[houseflyy]

What are some good blogs you'd recommend?

well my initial answer is every mutual i have! all blogs is good. :) but i'll also namedrop a couple for you.

@ableplay just got off the ground with a really neat original universe and characters. it's inspired by indie works that are popular right now like w.elcome h.ome and a.mazing d.igital c.ircus and, like those, has a great cast with a lot of potential and unsettling undertones beneath the cheery aesthetic. there are so many mysteries to it! i'm excited to see how it develops and where the storyline goes.

@chainsxwsmile will make you fall in love with bruce from f.inding n.emo more than you might think is possible, taking a character with only so much screen time and making him their own to such a point that i cannot imagine him being written by anyone else. they integrate him into other universes seamlessly, whether that involves developing upon an existing concept like with their t.olkien verse or establishing something entirely new like their cetea species. plus they have a ton of biology knowledge that supports their work, which i admire; i'm always learning new things from them!

@riiese is another blog with an original universe and lore and characters that are all so great. their leading pair of muses, ingvar and hilda, have a strong, compelling friendship and they're both incredibly sympathetic and likable. and it's important that you know that the former is giant, like, a literal 30-foot tall giant, and that lends toward a ton of creative scenarios and dynamics and forces you to think a lot differently (in a good way!) about how an interaction will play out. pair all this with a lovely, distinct writing style/language that captures the feel of fairytales and fantasy that they're inspired by.

@dethqveen has one of the most complex original characters i’ve seen in the rpc and doesn't hold back on writing heavy and nuanced topics and themes. their muse eerie brings a valued perspective to the community and, put simply, is an unapologetic badass. there are almost always some antics on the dash with them that are a lot of fun. and they're creating a webcomic with eerie as the protagonist, which is really cool; how many blogs can you say that about?

if nothing else, check out everyone's art! so many roleplayers are great artists on top of being great writers because people can be so multi-talented like that. hope this helps!

[nostomannia]

OOC symbol meme || @riiese

❊ I want to roleplay with you + ✪ You seem like a cool person!

Right back at you! Hilda and Ingvar are really interesting by what I've seen so far, and I do have an ask from you I need to answer. Plus, I have enjoyed the interactions we've had ooc.

[thekingswench]

closed starter for @riiese

Bertilak raises a blond brow, a small, bemused smile curving the corner of his mouth upward. While the lord had certainly been surprises to stumble across a giant, and so close to his home, he did not think he was something that he was not.

"If I am to think you are something, should I not think of you as you are, friend? A giant?" Otherwise, who else would this creature be? The lord shifts on his feet, relaxing the axe that had, previously, been in hand against a fallen oak.

"I see your mark," he says, gesturing to his own cheek, "but out here we are many things. I shan't fault you for a scar." Though he was certainly curious, and had heard the rumors, there were rumors about Bertilak himself.

After all, the whispers at court were that he, too, was a giant. Or, rather, half of one.

[strifeincarnate]

💕💕💕

🐝  *  ―  let’s bring some more positivity to the rpc by brightening someone’s day ! anonymously or not, send 💕 or ( ‘HEART’ ) for me to randomly pick one of my mutuals and write at least two things about why i love seeing them on my dash, writing with them, talking to them, etc.

@shagadelicswinger is another blog that I adore. There aren't many people I know that could bring Austin Powers to life and do it so flawlessly without making him into a parody or creepy. Eris and Austin are honestly adorable together and a completely unexpected favorite of mine. The mun is an absolute gem too and is so fun to have late night talks with. Mun also might be my long lost twin.

Okay I also have to give a shoutout to @errantwish because the amount of effort they put into their muses is phenomenal and the fact that they are more obscure muses makes them that more interesting to me. The mun is also one of the most kind and supportive people I have met, and I definitely think they deserve more recognition.

This one is kind of a cheat but who cares I'm shouting out to @riiese as well because I love Hilda and Ingvar. They are well written and have their own distinct voice, and I'm really anxious to see more of how our characters interact and what kind of trouble they can get themselves into.

[wiedzm1n]

@riiese  said  :  ❝   i  wish  that  I  could  be  getting  rid  of  my  scars.   they  are  simply....  reminders...  of  everything  which  I  am  wishing  to  forget.   ❞

The  scar  upon  his  face,  most  of  all.

here  he  was,  talking  about  scars  with  a  look  of  deep  regret  and  embarrassment  written  plainly  across  his  marked  face  —  to  geralt,  the  infamous  white  wolf,  the  butcher  of  blaviken.  heh.amusing.  instead  of  reacting  in  a  way  that  indicated  he  was  taking  offense,  he  remembered  quickly  previous  altercations  with  the  gentle  giant  ingvar  of  someplace.  but  he  wouldn’t  mean  to  offend  anyone,  geralt  would  easily  wager.  in  fact,  he  would  probably  be  mortified  to  learn  that  he  had.

instead,  he  quickly  abandoned  his  childishly  idiotic  offense,  and  replace  it  with  a  more  inquiring  look  as  he  stared  at  the  giant.

❝  why?   ❞   the  witcher  asks,  thoughtfully  scratching  his  beard  covered  chin.  bad  memories,  most  likely.  it  didn’t  take  him  long  to  realize  that  was  a  stupid  question.

❝   i  get  that  you  can’t  obtain  scars  like  that  in  a  pleasant  way.  mine  weren’t.  do  you  think  i  want  to  fondly  reminisce  about  the  striga  who  almost  sliced  my  neck  to  the  bone  with  her  talons?  no,  i  would  much  rather  look  at  it  and  remember  the  princess  she  became  once  i  undid  the  curse  that  changed  her.   ❞   or  the  level  of  joy  and  relief  on  foltest’s  face  after  receiving  his  daughter  back  in  her  true  form.  instead  of  me  killing  her  for  the  monster  she  had  been  cursed  to  become.  geralt  only  shook  his  head.   ❝  scars  tell  a  lot  about  a  person.  much  more  than  words  have  the  power  of  doing.  it  all  depends  on  how  you  look  get  them.   ❞

❝  besides,   ❞   he  grinned  now,  motioning  to  the  scar  on  his  own  eye,   ❝  you  can  rest  assured  knowing  that  you’re  not  the  only  ugly  guy  in  the  continent.   ❞

[four-4-dream-land]

Some silly sketchbook doodles I drew of Cupid Kirby handing out chocolate/candy/dog treat hearts to various other muses for Valentine's Day.

Top left: @specter-siblings (Phobia, Ghostbusters OC)

Top right: @xscoobysnacks (Scooby + Shaggy, Scooby-Doo)

Center left: @statichidden (Mono, Little Nightmares 2)

Middle: @riiese (Ingvar, fandomless OC)

Center right: @rxtroskull (Poison Mushroom Cookie, Cookie Run)

Bottom left: @randomeeveelutions (Rind, Pokemon OC)

Bottom right: @feralgalaxy (Galacta Knight, Kirby)

I know this isn't all of my mutuals, and some of them haven't even had a chance to interact with my muses yet, but it started to turn into a challenge to see if I could even draw some of these characters. Pretty much everyone here that isn't a Kirby character is a first attempt for me. I'm actually kinda shocked at how well it turned out...

Kirby doesn't know much about romantic love, but he loves his friends!!!

[beneaththedunes]

ㅤAfter long hesitation, and with extreme care, the beast placed his paw on her hand and accepted her help. His fur was already sand-filled from travelling, he dusted himself anyhow — perhaps more for his pride than anything else.

He let himself take in her height, until it was too much for him to bear. He prefered to look at his wagon, rubbing the beardish part of his mane. Contemplating his supplies, yes, and even observing how far until the wheels needed exchanging. 

❝ Bertha, ❞ he gave a polite nod. Despite his worry, something told him she wasn't like the towering celestial beings from the North; enemies to beasts (though he had a fondness for those of them he had managed to befriend).

Alas, curiosity wasn't as innate for him as it was for others of his kind; natural seekers of what was new, answer-finders. Masked One broke the frightened tension in his joints to lumber over to his wagon, pointedly keeping clear of Bertha's path.

❝ I will ... let you on your way. ❞

This beast-man reminded Bertha of little Ingvar — soft-spoken, timid, and yet deceptively ferocious-looking. Part of her felt bad that he had fallen over right onto his bottom — the other wanted to laugh. The part that wanted to laugh won out, hence she chuckled. Not all terrible manners, however, she offered a hand that he could use to pull himself up, should he wish to do so. (Perhaps little Ingvar was right upon one thing — little folk disliked being picked up, and would much prefer a choice, agency.)

"Sir lion," she grinned, "of the lion tribe of Sendarykal...! What great honor it is to be meeting of you. I am known as Bertha of the giants."

[thekingswench]

riiese-archive​:

Ingvar had just about a million more questions buzzing through his head like flies around fruit. (Why was this lord so kind to him? What had he done to deserve such kindness? Why didn’t he see how generous he was being?) But none of them would get their answer, not yet. Not until…

“Tomorrow?”

The word was hardly uttered before the man mounted his horse; to his feet Ingvar hurried, and allowed Bertilak to lead him. One sleep before an answer would not be so bad, surely�� one safe sleep for the first time in Goddess knew how long.

@riiese​

“Yes, tomorrow,” Bertilak calls over his shoulder. He knew it was, perhaps, a bit unfair. This creature knew not who he was, nor what his role was here in this place. But he was tired and time was already on his side here. There would be answers, but they would come later.

“A safe sleep and a meal, a place to be warm. That is all the answer you get for the day. I hope that is enough.”

"Welcome...? I am...?"

The giant's beard parted as though he were going to say something else, some question of why on the Goddess' green earth he was being so kind to a stranger, and a giant at that, only for the lips to soundlessly come back together. He knelt upon the ground, and bowed his head low, nearly prostrating.

"Most kind, you are," he stated, practically breathless from sheer surprise, "and— o, Goddess, generous. I..." He finally lifted his head and trunk from their bow, and looked the lord in the eyes— or, rather, the face. "How may I to you be repaying of this kindness? I... I am having no money, for I am being no human, but.. surely, there must be being something I may be doing."

Such words he knew were dangerous, lest he may be bound into an agreement he could not keep. But he could not so much as imagine anything of that sort at present! How could he; his every fear had all been chased off masterfully by this man. It all felt like a wonderful dream he horribly hoped he'd never have to awaken from. Normally his mind would be shouting at him that this was surely a trap, too good to be true, and yet, there was absolutely nothing normal about this, nothing normal at all.

[wiedzm1n]

in  his  wildest  dreams,  geralt  never  saw  himself  teaching  a  giant  the  basics  of  a  handshake,  but  here  he  was.  it  seemed  a  bit  ludicrous  to  him  the  moment  that  ingvar  held  out  his  hand  in  offering.  he  obviously  had  no  idea  what  came  next  but  taking  that  first  step  meant  that  he  was  willing  to  learn.  and  since  the  willingness  was  there  …  well  then,  who  was  geralt  to  ignore  it?

grinning,  he  wasted  no  time  and  extending  right  arm  towards  ingvar.   ❝   now  you  just  take  my  hand  in  yours.  not  too  hard,  but  you  might  wanna  make  sure  that  your  grip  isn’t  lazy  and  careless  either.  a  handshake  reflects  just  how  much  respect  you  have  towards  your  recipient.  i’ve  dealt  with  enough  kings  and  queens  to  know.  trust  me.  give  it  a  try.   ❞   pleased  to  see  just  how  good  ingvar  was  with  this  simple  instruction  brought  a  smile  to  the  witcher’s  face.   ❝   now  give  my  hand  a  little  shake.  careful.  not  too  much.  you  don’t  want  to  send  any  tiny  humans  catapulting  into  the  trees,  do  you?   ❞   he  shook  his  head.  although  he  knew  that  the  chances  of  ingvar  receiving  that  joke  with  the  same  humor  as  intended  was  awfully  slim,  geralt  couldn’t  quite  hold  himself  back  from  making  it.  if  anything,  he  was  quite  confident  in  his  belief,  he  probably  be  quite  willing  to  go  well  of  his  way  to  ensure  that  i  wouldn’t  be  flung  into  the  trees.  he  wouldn’t  want  to  harm  anyone.  intentionally  or  not.

❝   well  that  makes  two  of  us,  then.   ❞   the  witcher  said,  slightly  inclining  his  head  towards  his  friend.   ❝   i  mean,  kaer  morhen  —  the  witcher’s  keep  —  is  technically  my  home,  but  we’re  a  long  way  from  kaer  morhen.  so  i  tend  to  take  shelter  in  the  two  places  that  offer  a  witcher  decent  enough  hospitality.   ❞   he  shrugs  his  shoulders.  it  wasn’t  necessarily  as  though  he  were  trying  to  rack  up  some  sympathy  from  this  other  —  witcher’s  were  often  treated  as  if  they  were  the  dregs  of  society,  it  was  no  more  than  common  knowledge.   ❝   though  i  suppose  i  was  more  so  asking  of  your  origin  —  where  you  come  from.  if  you  don’t  mind  telling,  of  course.   ❞ 

"O — no offense... is being taken, Sir Witcher," Ingvar responded. "And... I am... most glad that you are liking my name."

Maybe he would have found it all funny, Geralt's dry humor, if only he could recognize it we such, and if only it weren't so... well, bad, in his case, because being seen meant being scary. He wished that he might turn invisible, massive height and sullen and stony face and awful facial scar and all, and simply watch the world go by, and hear the people talk, and watch the humans (and elves and dwarves and all the other inhabitants of Velen) go about their little business. But alas — he could not. And so there was nothing bemusing about it.

Hoping it was not too late to do so, he held out his hand to Geralt in much the same way he had to him — though, he hadn't a clue what he was meant to do with it next, and hoped the Witcher might enlighten him.

"I am taking shelter... where-ever it is that I can," he admitted, "For... I am having no home, not in way... humans are."

Indeed — just about anywhere he could rest his head in relative safety sufficed.

[wiedzm1n]

❝  ignvar  of  someplace...   ❞   he  mused,  repeating  the  words  a  few  times  over  as  if  trying  them  on  for  size.  names  were  just  names,  after  all.  it  wasn’t  as  though  geralt  was  actually  from  rivia,  but  the  witcher  knew  better  than  to  get  into  that.  maybe  he  was  doing  it  to  humor  the  giant  —  who  probably  didn’t  even  fully  understand  the  concept  of  jokes  and  amusement  —  but  alas.  the  witcher  nodded  his  head  once  satisfied.   ❝  it’s  mysterious.  i  like  it.   ❞

sharp  as  ever,  geralt  quickly  catches  to  the  change  in  atmosphere  —  regardless  of  how  subtle.  call  it  a  cause  of  a  heightened  sense  from  the  many  mutagens  instilled  in  him  or  what  have  you,  but  the  witcher  was  quick  to  notice,  and  tilted  his  head  to  the  side  as  he  watched  confusion  wreak  havoc  throughout  the  giant’s  mind.

why  the  con  —

oh.  noticing  his  hand,  the  witcher  silently  cursed  himself.   ❝  no,  no;  it’s  an  offering.  an  offering  of  friendship  and  peace.  i  don’t  want  —   ❞   this  wasn’t  turning  out  the  way  he  had  hoped  —  if  he  had  even  hoped  for  a  particular  outcome  after  all.  he  brought  up  his  outstretched  hand  and  quickly  waved  it  in  the  air  as  if  swatting  away  a  fly.   ❝  never  you  mind  that.  the  offer  is  still  there,  however.  you  need  only  say  the  word.   ❞   was  that  better?  geralt  couldn’t  help  but  wonder.  it  seemed  like  a  much  better  and  far  less  confusing  alternative  for  someone  who  seemingly  didn’t  understand  the  notion  of  a  handshake.  but  no  matter,  the  witcher  thought.

❝  so,  ignvar,   ❞   he  started,  lifting  his  hand  to  shield  the  sun  from  his  eyes  as  he  stared  up  towards  the  giant.   ❝  you  say  that  you  don’t  know  where  you’re  from  —  where  do  you  take  shelter  or  sleep  at  night?  i  can’t  say  that  i’ve  seen  you  around  velen  before  and  —  meaning  no  offense,  of  course  —  your  kind  are  not  too  terribly  hard  to  miss.   ❞ 

As Geralt admitted that there was no contract out upon him, Ingvar's tense shoulders relaxed considerably, now sloping more in their broadness as they hunched back over. Perhaps the interlocutors were mirrors of one another if in nothing but their long hair, their beards, and their scar-carved faces.

"Geralt of Rivia... I am being known as... Ingvar. Ingvar of... I am knowing not where."

He stared at the outstretched hand as though something may appear within it. It didn't. He tilted his head, still watching. And still, there was nothing. What reason had one to hold out a hand if not to give or ask for something? Could it be it was because he'd asked his name? No, no. That couldn't have been it.

"Erm... Friend... Sir Geralt..." he began sheepishly, as though he were ashamed to so much as need to ask the question, or indeed use the name at all, "wherefore... are you... holding out your hand to me? Are you... wanting some-thing?"

[wiedzm1n]

his  manner  of  speech  may  have  been  irregular,  his  dialogue  akin  to  a  number  of  trolls  that  geralt  had  known  throughout  the  years.  but  the  witcher  was  nothing  if  not  patient;  narrowing  his  yellow  eyes  and  carefully  listening  to  what  was  being  said.

he  seemed  surprised;  utterly  taken  aback  by  geralt’s  warm  reception  of  him.  in  hindsight,  the  giant  may  have  been correct  to  take  things  that  way.  geralt  could  admit  that  his  compassion  was  a  bit unorthodox  —  a  tale  painted  with  infamy,  especially  among  his  fellow  witcher’s.  still,  he  was  easily  able  to  see  the  humanity  on  what  others  perceived  as  a  monstrosity.  and  it  just  so  happened  that  the  giant  was  making  it  progressively  easier  for  him  to  do  so.

❝  don’t  worry,  no  one  put  out  a  contract  on  you.  i  just  came  from  the  nearest  town  and  there  was  nothing  on  the  notice  board.   ❞   he  shrugged.   ❝  and  people  are  people.  they  are  quick  to  perceive  others  as  threats  and  monsters  out  of  ignorance  and  fear  —  fear  of  their  own  ignorance.  they  see  that  you  are  different,  and  something  that  they  don’t  quite  understand,  so  they  hide  behind  their  wall  of  prejudice.  believe  me,  i  know.  and  i  try  not  to  blame  them  too  much  for  it.   ❞   he  explained  with  a  sigh  following  quickly  thereafter.  it  was  a  sorry  attempt  at  an  explanation  for  something  that  they  really  was  no  explanation  for.  but  perhaps  that  was  one  of  his  flaws  —  that  he  believed  in  what  he  had  said  despite  it  all.

❝  well  there  you  have  it,  then,   ❞   the  witcher  smiled,   ❝  you  don’t  mean  to  warm  me,  nor  i  you.  i  think  that  makes  us  friends.  unless,  of  course,  you  would  rather  be  called  something  else.  in  that  case,  i’ll  start.   ❞   he  held  out  his  gloved  hand,  offering  it  to  the  giant  towering  over  him.  a  small  hand  that  could  easily  be  crushed  in  the  others,  but  it  was  the  only  friendly  gesture  that  geralt  could  think  of  other  than  a  hug  which  would  have  been  a  much  less  logical  choice.   ❝  I’m  geralt.  geralt  of  rivia.  and  what  do  they  call  you?   ❞

"A witcher...? A witcher... who is being a friend...?"

Ingvar's eyes, bright and green, darted to behold the twin swords across the white wolf's back. Even he, in his great isolation, had heard of witchers. But he did not seem at all as he was in the tales. They were supposed to kill monsters for coin. Monsters like he was believed to be. This surely couldn't be one, a Witcher; surely, Ingvar must have been mistaken in his perception of them, or perhaps what he had heard about them was incorrect to begin with. Especially if this one said he was a friend.

His question of why he'd called him one went unanswered, however.

"Nay —" the giant stammered, his hair swinging this way and that as he shook his head vigorously, so much so it were as though he thought that if he didn't shake it obviously enough, then he wouldn't know he was saying 'no'. "I — I am friend. Not ... not foe, sir. I... I am not wishing to be..."

He gulped, and didn't finish that thought. No; he shouldn't say it.

"... I may be being feared of, but... a monster, I am not. I have not been harming any-one...!"

Not upon this continent, that was.

"If... if anyone was telling to you that I was murdering human beings, o-or taking them away, and that is for what reason you have come, then... it is not being true...!"