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You're not feeling so well...

Gilgamesh

"The Bully™"

Somnium

Master Intellectual (635)

Master Fighter (870)

An icon representing the specialty Gambler Gambler

An icon representing the specialty Marauder Marauder

age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
462
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
657
player
Bunni

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Critical Block!
09-13-2021, 02:19 PM


The words tumbled out of the girl's mouth like a waterfall flowing over a cliff edge. Godhood? Ancestors? What even was she going on about? It wasn't lost to Gil when her expression turned wistful. There definitely was something else going on in her mind; her shimmery eyes being a dead giveaway. As she continued on about them already being gods in flesh prisons, he became more curious about her ideology. What did she mean by all that? His lips parted for a moment before clamping shut again. Interested in asking, but thrown back by her compliment, he was at a loss for words.

Folding his ears back for a moment, Gil glanced back at his mottled coat. Camouflage? Yes, of course, it was. He was glad that he didn't stand out like so many other odd wolves in this land. Hunting and ambushing were a lot easier if the target couldn't see you from miles away. Not sure whether he should frown or smile, Gil kept an even expression. Nodding slowly for a moment, he wanted to really ask more about what she meant earlier. His tail flicked behind him in an almost irritated fashion.

"What did you mean by gods in flesh prisons?" He asked, completely skipping over any of her other commentaries. Contrary to others' beliefs, Gil agreed with her. There indeed was something more, something beyond their understanding, that he was sure he was worthy of. But how could this young girl know of this? Who did she learn from? Moving his paws so that he was sitting, Gil wrapped his tail around his hips and looked at her with as gentle and curious of a look he could give. Content and almost insistent that she answer him, he didn't plan on moving until she answered.


gilgamesh is aggressive, don't trust him