That monkey on your back
10-26-2015, 07:25 PM
Odysseus was perfectly content to continue walking on in silence; he enjoyed the time alone (well, almost alone) with his thoughts. Most of the time he preferred it to the near constant depressed musings of his pessimistic friend; other times it was kind of entertaining to poke fun at him. At least sunburned and "facing death" seemed to have silenced the macaque. For now. A woof off to the side brought Ody's head around. Without looking at his friend, the brute could only assume the jostling he felt was the macaque's head popping up as he too heard the woof. Odysseus blinked and then squinted to make sure what he was seeing was real. Not all that far away stood a tiny, vibrantly colored woman. "Vibrant" didn't quite do it justice; she was BRIGHT RED. An unholy, unnatural, unbelievable red. A gasp from Olafur snapped Odysseus out of the entranced spell the red had put him in. "She has clams!" Odysseus rolled his eyes and shot a glance in his friend's direction. Of course Olafur completely overlooked the woman's unnatural coloration in favor of her meal. "And...?" "And maybe she would spare a few for a dying man's last meal." He nudged Odysseus's shoulder. "Aren't wolves social? You should go say hello." "You just want clams." After a beat Odysseus sighed. She'd already seen them; they couldn't just walk away, could they? After dipping his head in greeting the brute took a few steps closer so conversing would be easier. His voice a deep rumble, he called, "Hello, miss!" Olafur was quick to chime in with a, "Nice catch you got there!" |