Remnants Of Time Lost

*Taktuq* · 02-25-2019, 05:31 PM

TAKTUQ
the only disability in life is a bad attitude

“Cow.” Taktuq repeated confidently. Yes. Yes, indeed. "Hello, my name is Cow." He said boldly. He would learn this new language easily. Hah! Orabelle would be proud of him. This would be a breeze. At least the male thought so until the second word. His face wrinkled into one of confusion. “Ma...Moth...M-” Taqtuk let out an irritated huff. “Mathare?” Good enough. He mumbled the word over and over to himself softly, concentrating on not biting his tongue. His ribs squeezed suddenly and he let out an almost birdlike squeak. “Màthair. Right?” Taktuq suddenly lurched to his feet, his body wriggling with glee. “I said it, didn’t I?” He yipped.

The male leaped off the couch and danced on the cold floor, immensely proud of himself. “Màthair, Màthair!” Oh she would be so proud! He spun around and bounded up to Orabelle. He pressed his nose to hers, eyes beaming. “How do I say hello?” Taktuk pulled back and looked around the room. Eyes landing on a stick near the entrance, he moved with spring-like steps to scoop it up from the ground. “Wha abot thsik?” He asked around the wood, prancing back to his guardian.

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