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The Forbidden Fruit has Rotted



Setekh I

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
3
size
Medium
build
Medium
posts
22
player
01-03-2018, 05:06 PM (This post was last modified: 01-03-2018, 05:07 PM by Setekh I.)


Stuck in a daydream, he watched the encased fruit sway on the branch. With a start, a noise sounded behind the brute, and like a song, his head and ears swiveled to catch her tones, "Finding anything of interest?" Inhaling deeply, the young male twisted, his eyes curious, and his lips drawn into a loose smile. In this place of mystery, it's too hard to resist beaming, with a nod, his gentle tones caressed the air, "I'm not quite sure I'd call it interesting but it's nothing short of miraculous." His head inclined to tilt toward the dripping mass, curious to see what his elder would say about it. In this current moment, Setekh was more or less curious about the world around him, and what were the odds he'd run into someone new, an older female that smelled of strange scents, more than just other wolves.

Setekh stood, and moved a little to the side, so that she had space to move toward him should she wish, and he couldn't help but staring at her sack, "I hope you don't find me being rude but... What's the sack for?" His head tilted, his golden necklace bouncing lightly off his charcoal colored fur. His eyes narrowed slightly, mere curiosity brightening the molten core of the boy. He wouldn't lie, she was quite curious looking as well. A refined beauty. He sat again, allowing his tail to curl along his paws, his patience proving its' worth today.

So far, he'd traveled from two ends of this place and was vaguely interested in the knowledge this place could hold. Not to mention, after rekindling more than just the flames that burned between his sister and him, there was a chance that he could find more of his family. It was always bittersweet thinking of his family, because in one moment, he remembered happiness, but... Then it would twist to viewing his bloated and decaying mother. He shuddered, and blinked back these memories, She doesn't need to know, it isn't something that would make you welcomed. He grinned almost apologetically, "My name is Setekh, I'm... I'm new around here."

Looking down at his paws, he gently nudged a blackened ball. Unlike the first, this one was hard, and cold, and no juices squeezed out. He stuck out his tongue and kicked the piece away before turning his attention back to his new company, and added softly, "I can't imagine many wanting to explore this area... It's rather," he debated on what to say, not knowing if he was being too harsh on the items that littered the ground, "Putrid." The word came out with a wrinkle of his mouth, and anyone around could see that he had experience with the rotting fruit. It was quite comical.

"Talk dirty to me"