Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?
05-17-2022, 09:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-26-2022, 11:44 AM by Ichor. Edited 1 time in total.)
Ichor was a yearling now, nearly an adult. Not that you'd be able to tell that just from looking at him. Ichor had been left behind by all his siblings, at least in the growth department, even Viscera who was his twin in many ways was easily dwarfing the young Klein. But well, he was allowed out without his mother's ugly bird watching over him, and immediately Ichor decided to head north, and so he did! The young man skirted the pack that bordered Habari and he kept going north... At least until he got to the lake. Ichor's cherry and ebony gaze lit up as he spotted it. Winter was still just starting and while the chill from the ocean had reached them already he hadn't exactly ever worried too much about the long-term effects of what he was going to do, and that wasn't about to change now. Ichor let his forked tongue loll from his opened jaw as he bound down the sandy slope and into the shallows of the lake, the shock of cold water pulled a little yelp from his lips but a big grin split his face, serrated teeth flashing in the silvery moonlight, he was like a child and yet there was a sort of immature danger there too... ”Speech” ’Thought’ |