Remnants Of Time Lost

*Taktuq* · 02-26-2019, 11:06 AM

TAKTUQ
the only disability in life is a bad attitude

Taktuq practiced his speech with Orabelle’s help until he could more or less pronounce the sentence she suggested to him. He would practice more, he would learn so that he could impress his companion with his know-how. Satisfied with his progress thus far the young wolf sprawled out on the ground in front of Orabelle and gnawed on the stick he had found, soothing the ache in his gums. A loud clamoring caught his attention and Taktuq spit out a piece of bark quickly, rising to his feet. “Did you hear that?” He asked quietly, taking a step back towards the female.

The sound echoed down the hallway, the sound of grunts and metal, coming from the darkest depths of the building. A pounding drum formed in his temples as Taktuq focused on the noise, eyes widening. “What is that?” His heartbeat nearly drowned out the sound. His fur bristled as the noise got louder, more frantic. The feeling of fire seeping into his taut muscles pulled his face into a series of different expressions. He could not calm them and quickly pressed himself into Orabelle’s fur. “W-wha-wh-” Taktuq could not spit out his sentence through his violent tics, the fear rising in his throat intensifying them. They were not alone.

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