It's a strange fit
10-10-2013, 10:34 PM
Oddity didn't move, he really didn't feel like moving. He wasn't dying, he was just feeling a bit, emotionless. And he found no problem with it, after all, as long as his limbs worked he could even be a shield for Isar and die for him to save him from a surprise attack. Who knew, there were endless possibilities. She was nice enough to bring him herbs though and begin to tend to his wounds. Every now and then Oddity would flinch. "What made you want to tend to my wounds woman. Aren't Isar's broods more valuable than an Assailant that has lost two battles in a row?" He asked, slightly wondering why she had done such a thing. He didn't know her mentality. Not even her name, all he knew was that she was important because of the scent lingering on her. "My father gave me that name. It's the only thing he ever gave me." Oddity noted, again within a emotionless banter. Speech, |