Hit The Ground like Thunder
12-17-2013, 09:19 AM
Ubivat was even more than surprised that he had found someone with the native language of his. Yet again it bubbled unpleasant memories that made him into this dead monster. The memories of the blood of the royals pooling over the ground, a mistake that he couldn't fix or save his sibling who was born on the darker side of the moon. Where had she gone after she dislodged his heart from his chest? He did not know, he really did not wish to know. This giant woman amazed him, made him happy and sad at the same time. More than he could have hoped slightly with him being dead at least. He raised his head to her, his tail flicking back and forth. No, now the burden of being a royal was his, to earn, to clean something of their filth since he was a divine picture of health within being encased in death. While dead, his body was not immortal, he knew the risks and dangers of it being torn apart without being able to move, dying twice didn't sound like a very fun adventure to him. "Kto ty , zhivya odin?" He questioned, voice holding a strong accent, but yet still holding no emotion behind him. It could have been compared clear to a robot, if they as wolves knew what that was at least. He carried no care in his voice, but not rudely, it was more empty. His orange eyes the same as his words, showing no emotion expressionless, even if how he felt inside was a totally different story. He found it hard to express his emotions through a numb dead body, but just as he were this was how he lived ever since his heart had been removed. Somehow, in an event where he was alive, risen from the dead, now with no nerve feelings. It was a gift, and a curse, at the same time with his head wrapped around the event that be-clawed at his sister and he. Translation: Who are you, living one? Speech, |