Moon Beast's Prowl [Honey/Radioactive]

Yeah, the woman was definitely going to need a helping hand. With her attempt to speak sounding more like gibberish, Radioactive did not waste much time trying to transfer his own knowledge into her via telepathy. As, to her, it may feel like a stream of new information and consciousness were entering into her brain. To avoid overloading her brain, however, he'd slowly begin to fill it up like a cup of water so that she could begin to try and digest the knowledge for her own.

Thus, at this point, perhaps she could start to attempt saying those names again as he set his lone gold eye on her.

"Oi, try saving my name and your name again."

Intent and focused, Radioactive kept a steady leash on how she was progressing. If nothing else, by the time he was done with her, he was intent on making her be able to communicate with the world. Being nothing more than a mindless beast is a hell he wouldn't wish on anyone. So, since his abilities had the capacity to alter the world for the better, he knew this was the right decision to make and was pressing to keep pushing this woman more until she developed more as a person.

There was a low whistle given from Radioactive when he witnessed Honey backing to speak. With a smirk across his face, he at least seemed please that his little trick seemed to work with no noticeable drawbacks. Of course, the information was still steadily streaming in like a controlled stream of knowledge, but by the end of the night, they could at least have a basic conversation as far as he was concerned.

"Oi, a pleasure to meet ya, Honey."

Radioactive gave another rub of the head as his voice eased over into a more relaxed tone.

"Tell me, Honey, what brings you out here? You don't have to give me a novel, just enough to have a chat."

This was going to be another test. He wasn't expecting anything spectacular, but a basic sentence or two is what he assumed she could do at least if she really tried. He was curious to figure out why this woman was out here all by herself from her point of view. As it's one thing to hear thoughts, but it's another for that person to verbalize their experience and become more in tune with the physical world around them. Doing this could help her become less of an animal and more of a person and he wanted to continue her rehabilitation.

Given the wolven like nature of the woman, he was quite aware that the moon was something which triggered her primal senses. However, that wasn't the point in him asking. As he observed her learning how to talk through this telepathic link they shared, Radioactive was intent on just getting her used to talking out loud. And, from the looks of it, the exercise was working rather well. Words were beginning to make sense, she was getting more relaxed and thus it made her more receptive to further learning. This meant he could easily mold her into something more and that pleased him.

"Monsters? Oi, Those don't exist. We simply are living beings do what we can in this world."

Radioactive noticed that the woman was beginning to feel more saddened by that reality. So, in a quick motion, he let his hand run through her hair once more so that his physical warmth could flow through her body to otherwise relax her.

"We all pose some level of danger to the world, but you have the willingness to improve, so you have to keep trying, little one."

Those words were spoken with the utmost of certainty. Since, given his own circumstances, it took many deaths, brawls, and experiences to mold him into the man he was today. Radioactive did not feel as if he was an intelligent person, but the wisdom of many centuries of living gave him an edge others did not have. And, being that he was blessed with this position, all he could do is spend his time guiding other souls toward developing themselves. Is that not the purpose of old age?

"You need a pack. Not many humans or animals can survive without a community. If you don't have one, I'd be more than willing to add you to mine and help you get better."

Again, there was no sense of doubt in his words. After observing her timid, frail and feral the woman was; it was apparent enough to him that she was alone. Or, at the very least, if people are included in her life, they were garbage at trying to actually help the woman make something of herself. So, given his resources, it wasn't much of a stretch to give her family, friends or something to connect herself to.

So, he'd set his lone gold eye on Honey and asked her a simple question:

"Do you think that would be nice?"

Death was something that came for everyone. Yet, in the wake of such passing, those who were connected to the deceased were left in the abyss of isolation. Severing these attachments to those in a person tribe could lead to a soul's demise, or worse off, the cessation of their ego and persona. Thus, it did strike a chord with Radioactive when Honey mentioned her pack did die as it only reminded him of his own grief and loss.

Reflecting on when his wife and children had been lost to the flames of World War Three, Radioactive could understand how the fellow beast could find herself consumed by such primal thoughts. As he himself became nothing but a savage who only found comfort in mayhem, conflict, brawling and all things drenched in the art of primordial brutality.

So, to this end, he only replied with this:

"Then you are welcome in my pack. Being alone kills the spirit."

To the point and blunt, Radioactive spoke his truth without a shred of doubt in his voice.

"I've lost my family pack a long time ago, so I know that feeling. It will hurt, but you can fight it."

The male closed his only eye, let out a soft exhale and let the mist of his breath flow in the shivering winter air. Feeling the snowfall against his bare skin, the warmth of Honey's head and his own melancholic thoughts; it was a perplexing sensation, but he soon opened his eyes and repeated his new purpose.

"I found a new pack, recovered my humanity and sought a new meaning in life with my power and mind. You hold that potential as well."

A pause was had before he pushed another question to develop her mind further:

"Oi, what is that you want to live for, Honey?"

Protection? That was a strong sentiment to share. Granted, there was nothing for her to serve at the moment if she were out here in the wilderness. So, he paused for a moment before deciding to glance over at Honey with a more certain gaze.

"If you are part of my tribe, you can learn to protect a lot of people."

After having another few seconds to think, he continued:

"Lux Orior. That's the name of the group I'm part of. It is a group of people that does protect others on this planet."

Then, the big question came without much warning:

"Are you interested in joining it with me, little one? Don't feel forced to if you aren't interested, but you look like you need something to call your own and people that are willing to help you become more like myself."

With that big sentiment aired out for her to hear, all that was left for Radioactive to do was observe, gauge and assess her reaction. Worst that could happen is a big no and he'd still carry on with trying to figure out how to further bring a sense of civility into this creature.