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Nimbus
07-10-2019, 08:28 AM
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She seemed to be one of those intellectual types. Nimbus wasn’t sure what knowledge he could even contribute to her deductions. He felt stupid. He always did. This young woman could prattle on and sound smart while he stood there. Stupidly. Too afraid to speak and too afraid to argue with her. But she had some points, even if she seemed to have some joy in teasing him. This time, he didn’t say anything to her ‘end of the world’ spiel. His head slightly hung, trying to figure out what to even say to that. But she did seem impressed that he had called them ‘runes’. That gave the man a small burst of confidence. Maybe someone in a pack here could read them. Maybe the runes were code for hunting grounds of some kind. Or a haunted circle of stones. You never know. “I don’t smell blood…” Nimbus said stupidly, realizing that any blood scent would have faded with time. He flushed, looking away. The young woman asked if he knew anyone that could read the markings though. He shook his head. “n-no. I just… came here to this place. I don’t know anyone” Nobody smarter than her, that is. It seemed a shame that the runes she was so interested in… well, she couldn’t read them. It was ironic in a sad and depressing way. “maybe someone… maybe people in t-the packs could?” He knew at least one pack was here in the east. Their scent was very strong. "Speech." | "you" | OC: 3/3 for navigation |