When You're Strange
Weaponsmaster
07-04-2017, 09:19 PM
Ashmedai watched as the other male sunk happily through the muck. He couldn't say he shared the same enthusiasm for muck as he did for snow. Whatever he was speaking was definitely only half common language. The other language was... something else... obviously.
No one had called him blackberry? Score one for Ashmedai's creative nicknames. The male- Dumois Rosario- flashed a stained smile at him. Ashmedai wasn't too phased. Wolf teeth went through a lot in a lifetime. Maybe this dude was just a little old.
He asked Ashmedai's name and got what he requested, "I'm Ashmedai. Native of not squishy squish land, though you look pretty comfortable." Maybe the male was just better at hiding his disgust than Ashmedai.
No one had called him blackberry? Score one for Ashmedai's creative nicknames. The male- Dumois Rosario- flashed a stained smile at him. Ashmedai wasn't too phased. Wolf teeth went through a lot in a lifetime. Maybe this dude was just a little old.
He asked Ashmedai's name and got what he requested, "I'm Ashmedai. Native of not squishy squish land, though you look pretty comfortable." Maybe the male was just better at hiding his disgust than Ashmedai.
Ash wears a tourist shirt and a spiked leather harness from time to time. Sometimes together, sometimes not. Just so you know what you're getting yourself into.
