Hit The Ground like Thunder
12-13-2013, 06:10 PM
The wind moved softly over the fur of the male, his beady orange-yellow eyes giving a short glint over at the woman. Though his ears in a mysterious manner moved forward to catch his native tongue's accent in her voice. That did not make them any closer, or any farther away for that matter. As it stood here, he was dead and she was not. Just a moving corpse, he could not feel warmth, cold, or pain, he had no desire to eat or drink even if he did since his mouth got dry and his stomach yelled at him. To power this body he did things just like the living, despite being dead, without a heart that was missing from the cavity that should have been it's home. The ivory male took a step back with his head tilting to one side. He then straightened it closing his eyes and shaking his head to a 'no' of her question. Nothing was wrong, he was just curious, and she had that accent. Would the living understand his native tongue? "YA slyshal, moy rodnoy yazyk v vashem golose , gostinaya odin" He said softly, in a husky apathetic voice. He sounded like an automatic machine, speaking from metal vocal chords. Something that didn't even exist, or sound remotely like a living thing. Another drop out of the disease that plagued his brain. As the dead one flicked his tail back and forth. Waiting to see if she were to answer, this living lady, this white living lady of the forest that he had decided to walk upon. Translation: I hear my native tongue in your voice, living one Speech, |