our dead drink the sea

Echo · 10-19-2023, 12:57 PM

Silent as a statue, the Imp did not react or retaliate to her snipes and instead simply stared at her, his expression unamused. It was quite impressive really. While she was the one looking down at him, the way he glared at her made her feel like she was the one being looked down upon.

Luckily he seemed to take pity on her, and she smacked her parched lips together impatiently as he seemed to call for someone. At the approach of a little black canine Echo's head tilted to the side curiously, watching in fascination. This new land was clearly very different to her own - it was probably a small miracle they even spoke the same language. Wolves with strange protrusions and colourations, canines that could be wolves but didn't look quite right, and now he was chucking her something (rather forcefully, which she thought was unnecessary) right at her paws.

Surprised, because she thought he would have just led her to some fresh water, she bent down to take a sniff at the flask. It was a lot more sophisticated than what she was used to, but after a moment of inspection and a bit of fiddling, she managed to get in. Tipping her head back she drank heartily, her gulping loud in the stillness between them. She barely gave herself time to breathe and when she was done she let out a loud, satisfied 'aahhh'.

"Thanks," she chucked the flask back to him, not quite as hard as he had chucked it to her. "I guess you aren't an Imp come to drag me down to the after life, after all." With some effort she forced herself to waddle up the beach further away from the waves, glad that the sun had managed to dry most of her sodden coat while she'd been passed out, and took another long look around her before turning to the male. "Do you live 'round here?" She asked with a tilt of her head and a frown. Her nose was still full of salt and sand, and she couldn't quite make out his smell and whether he was part of a pack. Echo got the impression he wouldn't want to be sticking around for much longer, so she wanted to get as much information out of him as she possibly could.

"Speak."

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