SINS OF OUR TONGUES

slight charcoal paws carried the malicious man along, belly rumbling. when had it been since he'd last ate? his poorly kept coat clung desperately to his ribs, and even his hips were beginning to protrude. this wouldn't be good for his plan. oh no, no, no. wouldn't be good at all. how was he supposed to please the aesir and vanir if he couldn't even breathe? and especially if he hadn't even gotten to die a warrior's death, but instead a fool's. he very well might just dig a hole down to hel; that's where he'd wind up anyway. he shook his head, shadows playing over his soot spine and abstemious crown. he couldn't do that.

a generous smirk spread his penciled lips apart, mercury and cerulean eyes intruding upon the bark of a tangled mess. he edged closer, side-stepping over protruding roots, under grasping underbrush, and nudging the base. he chortled, shoulders shaking and hindlegs folding beneath him. "ich nehme nicht an, sie haben so etwas wie nahrung um zu sehen, m?ssen sie lieber bli?a?" he cocked his crown toward the tree and leaned in, audit pivoting to listen closer; awaiting a response.