Nancy
"You can come out, girl," The black beast spoke, his tone implying a demand more so than a request. His voice was deep and harsh as gravel that resonated with a throaty snarl, yet not blatantly hostile. "I have no cause to harm you, as you have no cause to make an enemy out of me."

The Revenant reached with one armoured hand upwards and lowered his hood, further confirming his identity and revealing a long mane of braided charcoal fur. He ran a pair of fingers through his hair and lightly shook his head to spread it under his shoulders in a surprisingly tidy fashion. Then, he finally shut his eyes for a brief second in focus. 
"You are afraid. Even now, your deeper instincts are screaming out at you to choose between fight or flight." 

He took a single step forward, as though to test that theory. 
"I do not sense any malice or contempt from you, however," The beast admitted. Canifor- especially wild ones- were known for their keen empathy, able to easily read the emotional state and intent of those around them, not unlike their less developed kin. Despite his uncanny appearance, the Revenant still seemed to hold onto his canifor nature... For the most part. 
"You either have no grievances against me either, or you are very good at hiding them..." He shot a cautious glance at the girl's hands, lightly tilting his head to the left. 
"So, girl, what will it be?"
Herman
*It's an uncomfortable sensation, if one may describe. As her gaze met with those acute, yet ghastly sets of crimson and grey, it is as though the innermost psyche of her being is being laid bare. She furrowed her eyebrows on the notion. Not simply for the reason that the piercing stare which accompanies his infernal visage is so acute. No, one could tread even deeper than what appeared as it is. Quite dissimilar than untrained assumptions masked by his outer silhouette, she noticed another facet of this 'revenant.' It should be a familiar concept for anyone, who similarly pursues the path to be of service for their deities.*
 
"I see.. The revenant is a vampire."
 
*Her voice is soft and befitting of her age, not remotely louder than what it needed to be. As the revenant had expected, there is not a speck nor hint of maliciousness behind her voice. Instead, one who is perceptive would note that it's dyed with streaks of warm kindness and pure empathy, if not ever so slightly also concerned. She blinked a few times as the revenant revealed what beneath his hood. Not features of vile abomination nor a mountain ghost which was disclosed, but a person, just like her. Someone who hailed from a different race, a canifor. While he certainly carries a few.. Idiosyncratic traits, nonetheless, he looks surprisingly normal for the most part.*

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*It is not beyond her recognition that there are traces of certain mannerism on him. Her eyes and ears picked up from the way the revenant– he acted and spoke. It eliminates the one aspect that is widely associated with him from passing rumours; savagery. These telltale features suggest that he is, in contrast, should be quite educated in the way to behave in a civilised fashion. The young girl fixed her posture. Still standing upright, but some tension had escaped from her shoulder. She lowered her hands, along with the one which holds her casting staff into neutral position.*
 
"So, girl, what will it be?"
 
"No, I don't have any grievances. Yet, you did scare me for a second there, appearing out of nowhere like that. Would that be enough cause to make a grievance?"
 
*Her eyebrows are still slightly furrowed as she said that. She looked up, straight towards him from below the ravine. As a sign to tell him that she is not feeling intimidated anymore, she puts one of her hands on her hips with a snobbish attitude. Her scholarly blue cape fluttered behind her, pushed by the passing wind from the mountain. It carries a strong scent of rain.*
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"It's not 'girl'. My name is Akasha. And I suppose, your name is also not 'revenant' either." *She exclaimed.*
 
"I would hope that the rumours surrounding you are not wholly true.. Otherwise, it would be an actual cause of grievance against me, if you were to attack innocents simply for the sake of carnage."
Nancy
"The Revenant has been called many things," He answered, a dark smirk flickering on his lips. "Some say he's a fiend from the infernal plains, murdering for sport. Others claim he's a vengeful spirit brought back from beyond the veil and bound into a grafted monstrosity..." The canifor deadpanned, staring at her dead in the eye for a few seconds as though to check if she believed any of it. Finally, he let a dry snort and cracked a smile. "You are less ignorant in that regard than people over twice your years."

A tail flicked under his cloak... Or rather, the semblance of one. It looked more like a curved blade, jagged in its edges hollowed in its centre with occult crimson patterns carved across the rest of its surface. It balanced on segments of blackened carapace, giving it an impression of a scorpion's sting more so than anything remotely canine. Perhaps there *Was* A merit to some of these uncanny rumours, after all...

"Then you should be thanking me instead of holding a grievance against me. Fear of my presence keeps aware and alive; not everyone I've met was given that privilege," The black beast pointed out as he took note of her attire. Quite endearing, really, yet she was not lacking for moxie.
 
"Akasha," The beast echoed, his accented Silnarian carrying a hint of Lymian dialect, "A scholar *And* A cleric, one can assume from your attire, setting off on her own at this young an age. You are a brazen one, I admit." Another sly smile flashed at the corners of his muzzle, followed by a thespian bow accompanied by a clenched fist at his chest. "If calling me *Revenant* Feels too morbid for your taste, you may call me Ash instead," He offered, alluding to the black and ashen colours of his fur. 

The hound's countenance darkened with Akasha's last query, and he let a weary sigh. "There is a beast in every man that stirs at the scent of carnage; those who claim to not relish in it are simply fooling themselves. I reckon I should consider myself rather f

Ortunate in that regard: I *Am* That beast, and I always look the part. Perhaps 'innocents' have been felled by my hand before; perhaps not all the lives I ended deserved to be cut short. But that is not for me to decide. I am neither judge nor jury, merely an executioner."

He straightened his posture, and stood his ground, showing no hostile intent. "All I *Can* Claim for certain is that I do not kill without cause... And that I do not intend to answer for my crimes just yet. Whatever gods will pass judgement on me to the other side can wait a while longer. People *Far* Worse than me must meet them first."