so hungry my belly button's chewing my backbone
Gav!
12-30-2019, 11:15 AM
Though it hadn't been Gavroche's intention he nonetheless gave Sunder a fright. The dog flailed to his paws in a flurry of sand and then stood with his legs splayed wide in the hopes of bettering his chances of remaining upright. He stared wide-eyed at the stranger, blind to their differences for several seconds as his attention starved brain tried to make sense of the sudden appearance of another sentient being. When it finally clicked that yes, he was seeing a living being and yes, that being was speaking to him, the speaker's many differences began to register. Though Gavroche was clearly canine Sunder had never seen someone with so much fur. There were dogs on the Xolo islands with full coats, but they were short haired and sleek. This...dog...had hair so thick it padded his features.
But it was the wings though that just about did his head in. He simply couldn't make sense of them.
Sunder's ears fell back and he took a frightened step away from Gavroche. One paw remained raised to his chest in uncertainty. He'd been so long without contact that any interaction would have been overwhelming, but to be faced with someone so different right off the bat froze him. The stranger was looking at him, clearly expecting an answer, and that expectation was what ultimately unstuck the dog. Manners were a key aspect in Xolo culture and the friendliness of the winged canine stirred up Sunder's near-instinctual need to reciprocate.Certain there had to have been a greeting in the stranger's lengthy dialogue, he croaked the Xolo standard greeting in response, "Howssit." In all honesty he couldn't make sense of what Gavroche was saying. The showing of the duck baffled him for a minute, but then he thought maybe that's how greetings were done here. Sometimes in formal settings gifts were exchanged during the introduction. Maybe the stranger wanted to trade gifts?
All Sunder had was the lizard so even though he was desperately hungry he used his nose to flick it towards Gavroche. Unsure of how to communicate beyond that he looked between the duck and the lizard and then to Gavroche. "Goo'd bitty lis'ahd."
But it was the wings though that just about did his head in. He simply couldn't make sense of them.
Sunder's ears fell back and he took a frightened step away from Gavroche. One paw remained raised to his chest in uncertainty. He'd been so long without contact that any interaction would have been overwhelming, but to be faced with someone so different right off the bat froze him. The stranger was looking at him, clearly expecting an answer, and that expectation was what ultimately unstuck the dog. Manners were a key aspect in Xolo culture and the friendliness of the winged canine stirred up Sunder's near-instinctual need to reciprocate.Certain there had to have been a greeting in the stranger's lengthy dialogue, he croaked the Xolo standard greeting in response, "Howssit." In all honesty he couldn't make sense of what Gavroche was saying. The showing of the duck baffled him for a minute, but then he thought maybe that's how greetings were done here. Sometimes in formal settings gifts were exchanged during the introduction. Maybe the stranger wanted to trade gifts?
All Sunder had was the lizard so even though he was desperately hungry he used his nose to flick it towards Gavroche. Unsure of how to communicate beyond that he looked between the duck and the lizard and then to Gavroche. "Goo'd bitty lis'ahd."