Treasures and Scamps
10-28-2016, 07:02 PM
The male stopped when he noticed the rather strange raven in his path. Usually such an odd thing wouldn't be what he expected in the caves. As his two different colored eyes focused on the raven he was met with a riddle. The huge male would have to stop and consider the question. Rivaxorus held his breath as he rolled over the thoughts in the back of his head. Then came up with an answer to give the black bird. "My name?" he asked as his voice echoed off the walls.
He then shifted on his paws, wondering what would happen if he was wrong. However he believed that he could figure out that much at least. His name was something that belonged to him but others would speak it to him more than he. Considering it'd be odd if he talked to himself as the third person. |
