Don't Give Up Your Ghost
Mephistopheles
thinking "speech" "others" In what appeared to be her usual character, the nameless fae all but ignored him. Her pace continued with a steady swing of her legs and a gentle sway of her tail, not a sound uttered. Just as he was, she appeared to be following the spectral fireflies that bobbed lazily along their own mysterious path deeper into the swamp. It was only when a soft, shuddering breath escaped her that the phoenix looked up. Cerulean eyes sought to read as much as he could from her side profile, pale green eyes scanning the shadows between gnarled trunks in furtive sweeps. Curiosity piqued, he took a few steps closer, careful placement of broad paws on the tangled roots that served as their only footing through the woods. A subtle twitch of her whiskers, like she had thought to say something and then decided against it. Finally she answered his question, a soft utterance of "Yeah." that almost seemed to dissolve in the crisp, dark air of the shadowed mangrove. He was about to prompt her further, when her lips parted again. "I hear... him." she simply said, in that odd voice of hers with its accent he couldn't place. Lingering just a hair too close, he was looming just behind the small dame, and he dropped his skull so he could better hear her gentle lyrics amidst the faint drone of whispery wings that ebbed and flowed like a tide all around them. "If I hadn't burned his corpse myself, I would think my father were here somewhere." he murmured, narrowed eyes searching the shadows. It was strange. The susurrating drone to the familiar rumble of Kaine, almost like the beating of a thousand little wings, distorted and garbled the sentences that invaded his psyche between his own speech. Son... the word dragged out, slurred like a drunkard. ... killed your mother.. He pulled his ears back against his head, a grimace peeling the lips away from pearlescent fangs. "We should get out of here, doll." he said, currents of anxiety a tumultuous undercurrent of otherwise hard vocals. "Something out there is playing games with us." |
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