Miersck hadn't expected her voice to show case anything but a dark, playfulness to it- and deceit. So when he noticed the sadness in her voice- and a sadness that seemed genuine, he actually felt sorry for the drider- though such a thought was easily drowned out by the doubt that still clouded his brain.
At her comment, however, to eat him, he peered up at her, a slightly tilt to his head as he registered her thoughts. But he couldn't help but growl out a soft reply, "It's still a choice. ANd you made it." He bristled, wings ruffling behind him before he glanced away- glaring over at one of the cave walls.
However, at the talk about being killing her kind for money, he tensed and felt some sort of pity for her since...
Well, he and his kind suffered the same. It's why they rarely left the forest. And the fact he had left...
Well, the circumstances had been dire. Still, it was a hard pill to swallow, that he and this 'enemy' of his kind should be similar to one another at all. And it took him a while to chew over his thoughts as he continued to furrow his brow.
Tell her a story? What was he to say. He simply turned his back to her and muttered, sourly, "My story's not that interesting. I just ran away from home. Most beings who have acorns for brains try that at one time or another. But despite what you think of me," he went on with a defensive sneer. "I hadn't a choice." And his lips sagged souredly, as did his wings as he continued to glare, much more angrily, at the wall, as he recalled the fateful night when he had seen the forest's disease himself-
And had been tainted by it.
He shivered, recalling the forest spirits warnings and internally tried to shake them away. But they were like a haunting echo, a fading scar-
something that just never could go away.