Nathan growled. "You're not headed to the camp. You've lied about your reason for following me." He closed his eyes. He hated lies. Absolutely hated them. "I can't believe I even thought about trusting you." He breathed. "Can't trust anyone in this da.mn world."
Nathan shook his head. "Enjoy walking." He kicked Shadow's side, but the horse didn't budge."When did you get stubborn?" He growled, trying to urge the horse forward, but it refused, snorting.
"What are you talking about?!" He snarled. "I didn't lie!" Nathan slid off his horse which was still going nowhere. "I don't think I said I respected the truth, and even if I did, I also said I hate lies, and the fact of the matter is you've lied, and for all I know you're still lyinh!"
"A lie is a manipulation or covering of the truth, leading one to believe that which is not the truth they search for." Nathan told her, angry. "And yes, I did get burned by a woman. Plenty of women! But I stick to it, they're all bad luck! All I get around women is trouble!"
Nathan sighed, shaking his head. "Shiloh...women are bad luck. That is what I choose to believe. There is no lie in it, just belief. And I have lied, but that doesn't mean I haven't changed. I don't lie anymore."
Nathan sighed deeply, rubbing his temples as the scales over his body faded a bit quickly. "I don't know. I don't like feeling...betrayed." He mumbled, turning away. "What does it matter to you if I trust you anyway? Just leave. Go crawling back to your guild and leave me alone."
Nathan knew that was probably true. The way assassins' guilds were...she'd have to make herself scarce, likely, if she messed this up. "If I knew what I was walking into I'd be more willing to consider going where you want me to. But without knowing, I'm going the long way around."
"Shiloh, I'm trying to tell you how to solve your problem. Find out what I have to go there for. If you do, I'll go willingly. I might take an army of convicts with me, but I'll go."
"Wait." Nathan hesitated, patting his horse's side. "Go with her." He murmured to the horse softly. Shadow reluctantly but obediently moved to follow Shiloh. "You're borrowing him, not keeping him. And I'm not staying here, but he can find me if you ask him to."
Nathan watched her until she was out of sight. He went and got his bag before disappearing into the woods. Everything seemed to become silence to him.
(In case you were wondering I do have some idea of who would hire the guild to bring Nathan, although I'm always open to suggestions concering that matter.)
(Well I sort of did it on purpose and sort of didn't, but the way I set up things about Nathan's father, it could be him behind it. Perhaps there's a matter of dragons coming back. If you recall, dragons are supposed to be extinct, and random dragn bloods popping up are considered just flukes of sorts. This might be Nathan's father trying to contact him in preparation for a dragon return and evil intentions.)
(You can time skip to wherever you want, Nathan's not coming into play again until she's looking for him.
And pretty much, his father would be trying to recruit him. His father would be a dragon.)
(Okay, I need you to tell me what you need from me to get through this, or write it all and get it out without waiting on me because i have nothing to post.)
Shadow dutifully sought out his master, riding to where they split up with Nathan and going into the woods the way he went. He snorted as he galloped, trying to remember his passenger, but he wanted to be back to Nathan.
They came into a clearing where it was obvious someone had camped. Shadow sniffed about as if he were a hound dog tracking someone down he turned and trotted on, until finally there was Nathan, his clothes up on the shore as he washed in a river. he was deep enough in the water you couldn't see anything.
Nathan nodded. "Come on in, the water's fine. I promise I won't look." He called to her. "I don't think we'll get any more chance to stop after this." He could tell she was filthy, and the way she looked at the water said she wanted to be in it.
Nathan kept an eye on her as he finsihed washing. He moved out of the water, grabbing his pants and sitting in the sun with only his middle covered as he waited to dry off enough to actually pull his pants on.
Nathan only gave her a glance before respectfully looking away. "Is it a sensitive topic for me to ask what happened to you?" He asked softly. "Why you have those scars and can't hardly control one side of your face?"
Nathan sighed. "Okay. You didn't have to say anything, I was just curious." He mumbled. It's a personal question, it doesn't affect me." He looked down. "When I first turned into a dragon...I was completely paralyzed. Well...when I turned into a dragon it was fine, but the minute my body went back, I couldn't move a muscle. It stayed like that for months...I couldn't move. I nearly stopped breathing. Finally, I started getting control back. I still have muscle control problems sometimes when I change forms."
"Yeah but this is different. As I said, it's personal. It doesn't affect me." Nathan told her. "As long as you tell me the truth that you really just don't want to talk about it, it's fine." He stood, pulling on his pants since he was dry enough. He went to Shadow, petting him. "That's a good boy." He murmured.
"Hmm?" Nathan seemed very distracted. Without paying so much attention to what she said, it was a lot harder to understand Shiloh. He sighed. "Uh...Now I suppose?"