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Nimbus
07-08-2019, 11:59 AM
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She talked a lot. If only he could contribute in some way. Nimbus stood there dumbly, mouth slightly open as the young woman prattled on and on about her hypothesis regarding the markings. His parents often told him stories of ‘runes’. They had been left behind by civilizations long gone, their meanings as vast as the sky itself. Were these ‘runes’ or were they as simple as scratch marks? Were they even claw markings, the boulder used as a sort of scratching post? “err” he tried to get a word in, but she continued cheerfully. When she talked of blood sacrifice, the timid young man let out a small “…eep!” of shock. W-what if that was true? What if they sacrificed people (people like him) to the lost gods? He felt himself take a step back, eyes wide and wild as he looked around his surroundings. There was plenty of places to hide and run to, but even he felt it was… a bit rude to simply ignore her. He breathed in a deep, very deep breath, before trying to talk. This time, she seemed to be finished. “s-so…” Nimbus started, clearing his throat to try and act like he was in control “they, um, could be runes” he returned to his earlier train of thought. “l-like a written language but with… pictures and etchings instead?” the young man tried to make sense, or rather make her see sense. It could be that simple, but he wasn’t looking to change her mind. only broaden it a bit. There was no doubt she had a big imagination. He’d look away from the blue-ish female to the markings. Another breath before he approached the boulder. Lifting himself on his back legs, his front tried to clear the ivy and muck away. He saw more etchings underneath, but he didn’t know what they meant. "y-you really think sacrifices were made here?" if that's true, the ghosts of long forgotten beings could haunt this place. he felt faint. "Speech." | "you" | OC: 3/3 for navigation |
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