should'a kissed you good night
08-06-2013, 03:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-06-2013, 03:47 PM by Talon I.)
It was honestly a perfect day -- not that any day was particularly bad for the lanky boy. He was an optimistic at heart, finding it difficult to see fault in others and never dwelling on his misfortunes for long; but he wondered what he had done to allow the universe to grace him with Kangi's presence again. His face was a picture of unabashed joy, and behind his frame his tail wagged a mile a minute. It was all he could to do contain himself, not wanting to seem like a fool in front of one of the only friends he had for being so overwhelmed with happiness. "Of course," he replied, giggling softly at her eagerness. He didn't think these lands were very exciting -- it seemed everything beyond their borders was full of mystery and wonder, though, but he was often too afraid to venture out alone. But he was happy at her interest, especially in the strange wooden structure that placed itself in the center of the territory. With little hesitation, he continued on, his gait confident although surely awkward-looking for someone who had never watched a three-legged boy walk before. Luckily, Kangi had, and seemed unphased by his missing limb. He had begun to realize that it was abnormal, and made walking more difficult -- but it didn't matter that much, did it? "I don't really know," he said bashfully. "My mama told me it was a place that the two-legs kept stuff in. There's a bunch of things in there, but I don't know what any of them do. You have to be careful though, some are very sharp." He glanced over at her as they walked toward the structure, nodding seriously. He didn't know much about such creatures, only that they no longer existed -- and they were hairless and tall and used their hands like wolves used their mouths, for hunting and grasping things. Her next question surprised him a bit. Have you always spoken this way? Nose wrinkled as he eyed her, wondering. "I guess I have. You learned different ways to say things when you were younger... right?" He still didn't understand the concept of language, but was beginning to piece it together. It made sense, though, because it seemed she didn't have the best grasp on the way that he said things... and she was not stupid, he knew that much. Before long, they made their way to the entrance of the barn, and he came to a slow halt. Hesitantly he peered into the darkness, letting his eyes adjust to the lack of light, before slipping in and turning to let her follow. |
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