Taikahn waved a hand in the air. "It's only me," he said, putting on a smile. "I'm Taikahn." The reptilian would have sat up again if he'd been in the mood, but he didn't feel like it currently.
Hikoro tiredly looked at the figure before closing her eyes slowly with a sigh. "Your new to these lands I suppose...your so easily give your name to a stranger...." she'd simply say, not offering her name in exchange.
Taikahn 's smile widened. "How else does one make new friends, but through people who are strangers at first?" He looked back to the stars. "Although I must admit, new friends seem to be in short supply for me these days."
Hikoro tensed when she heard this before sighing a bit as she'd roll onto her back, looking at him closely. The young looking feline's black ears twitching as her black fluffy long tail curled around her waist. "I suppose your right..."
Taikahn didn't know exactly how far to trust this feline woman, so for now he allowed the ponderings of his soul to remain quiet. He continued watching the stars, observing them dance and twinkle and spin as stars do. He was in no hurry, and so had the time to appreciate the stellar ball.
Hikoro would look at the lizard man curiously before it dawned on her on what exactly he was. She'd heard stories of the Preklek and now she realised he was one of them. "Preklek....what are you doing here?...to cause trouble?... Scouting?"
Taikahn instantly darkened his mood. He sat up now, looking into her eyes. When he finally spoke, his tone was heavy with controlled anger and pent-up frustration (along with sadness and anxiety)--not at her, but at the world in general. This seemed to have been bothering him for some time now. "Do you know," he said, "anything about me? Me, personally? I gave you my name, you can see me race, but that's all. You know nothing of my personality--we've just met. You know nothing of my past actions. Few people do, so don't take what I'm saying personally. But it seems that no matter where I go or how hard I try to live as I wish to live, free from violence or conquering, someone takes one look at me and automatically thinks I'm up to no good. Does no one care about the being inside the scales?!" He put his head in his hands. "And those who do know me are dying, or leaving me--I hardly know -anyone- anymore. The world has changed. I'm failing. I can feel it, in my bones--I'm slowly dying. Everything is coming apart at the seams." He snapped his eyes back up to her, peering so intently at her that his gaze could be felt. "Am I going insane?"
Hikoro blinked as she'd look at him before slowly moving to crawl on her hands and knee's towards him, her curious crimson eyes staring into the depths of his. It would seem at first as if she meant harm, every action making it seem like she was moving in for the kill, but in true, she wished to do something else. "Shhh I know the feeling... It's just...last time I trusted someone of a race with a dark history...a Fermine man...he took my son from me...and I never saw him again...so do not blame me..for being so uneased..yet in truth I have nothing else to lose."
Taikahn shifted uneasily as she moved towards him, but remained seated. "...I see," he said, finally. "Are you capable of answering my question? Because I really need to know." He didn't understand why he felt so strongly about the answer--he considered himself laid-back and happy, most of the time. But this... this was alien. This feeling of deep sadness and heartache was foreign to him, and he didn't like it at all.
Hikoro slowly looked up at him with curious eyes before stopping just infront of him, sitting their. "Your not insane...it's common...shadows simply are shrouding you...."
Taikahn closed his eyes for a moment, then looked up at her again. He shook his head. "I've had poisonous shadows surround me and clog my brain before, nearly to the point of death--this doesn't feel like that."
Hikoro would watch him closely before sighing a bit as she'd reach out to place a hand one either of his shoulders. "Close your eyes...tell me everything that ails..how it started..."
Taikahn closed his eyes again as instructed, hesitantly reaching a hand up to touch her arm. The preklek was a very tactile person. "How far back do you want me to go? How what started?"
Hikoro said, "As far back as when the trouble began...."
Taikahn nodded, then paused for a moment. "Well... I suppose the trouble with being me started a couple of weeks or so after I was hatched. Preklek mature quite rapidly, so I was almost fully-grown by that time. It was during basic training--I could handle a weapon competently enough, but my refusal to shoot at live targets nearly made me one of them. And things just sort of went downhill from there."
Hikoro would nod, listening as she'd remain silent and still, her eyes on his closed eyes as she'd study him, ensuring all was truth and seeing it was. "Tell me...how did you escape them?... Your good at heart....you mustn't let them win by putting you down..."
Taikahn sighed. "I didn't escape, per se--I got exiled. Marooned on a planet that no one was supposed to be able to survive. And," he added, "It's not -them- that gets me down. It's the fact that everyone thinks I am them that gets to me."
Hikoro would slowly reach up and stroke a hand over his head. "Then they lost a good person...now...can you do something for me?.. Seek out Syrus the Silver. Tell him his daughter Hikoro sends you with high hopes for you..." she'd whisper softly in his ear, knowing he'd be safe with her father.
Taikahn raised one eye-ridge, his eyes still closed. "Um, alright. I think." Her hand on his head reminded him that he still needed to pick up his hat, but he just sat still for the moment. "Syrus the Silver. Got it." He wasn't exactly sure what that was going to do for him--she hadn't really (in his current way of looking at it, anyhow) done anything to make his burden any lighter. But maybe this Syrus person would have something for him.
