It's a strange fit
10-10-2013, 11:17 PM
Oddity's ears flicked as he turned towards the lady. Isar's scent was all over her, that indicated towards him that she was someone precious. Instantly his instincts were kicking in to listen, and tread carefully for her. "I could not find the healer, and know nothing of herbs, so I tried to relax in the snow for the wounds." He said simply. No emotion behind the words what so ever. Though it was true he'd be useless, more than he already was at that. "Would you care to help me? My name is Oddity." It was a simple request, she didn't have to comply. After all Oddity wouldn't be surprised if he were left here. The scar on his shoulder, neck and chest had healed fine without attention aside from a few cleanings he could get from washing in the river. As soon as it had healed he had trained again, and in the end killed his father. So fresh wounds that someone took care of was a stranger to him. Speech, |