things we deserve
02-05-2018, 02:57 PM
Steady paws gallop through the forest, and Itzal's eyes finally fall on the source. It all hits him at once, smell and sight and sound. Rather overwhelming, really; he tamps his tail against the snow to remove some of that excess energy from seeing someone so big and new. His nostrils flare uselessly behind his skull, the scent of dusty bones momentarily overtaking the newcomer's unique scent. Ah, there we go, now it's hitting him -- and an interesting smell indeed! He stands up and hops from one cold paw to another, trotting at a standstill with a lolling tongue. He notes each facial cue, every shift in expression, but his own doesn't change. He still stands and trots with his tongue flapping stupidly, as though none of the expressions mean anything to him. They do, but only because they tell him so much. So very much! "Stay for what? Will something happen?" He finally stops his jogging in place and flops his rear back into the snow, sending scattered flecks of white onto his pelt. "If Itzal goes away and nobody is around to see, will something happen anyway?" His giggle echoes in his mask, blending effortlessly with his words of nonsense. "Will a tree fall? Dangerous." He doesn't seem to acknowledge the newcomer's comment for a moment, almost as if it didn't register. But his ears flick backwards in a barely-there confirmation. Finally, he speaks again. "I like my face. It's why I wear this. Nobody can take my eyes through it." Each word seems solemn, rolling through his maw like a hundred little prayers. "And your face -- it's big! You're big!" And back to the odd and unhinged giggling. "There once was a wolfie named -- ah?" He can't rhyme if he doesn't know his name...! "Quick, quick! Your name!" |