PALE AS THE MOON UPON SNOW
01-10-2014, 04:10 PM
Trival matters really, speech, it wasn't that he didn't enjoy speaking it was the fact that the language he had spoken since birth was being pushed back and he refused to forget it. His tail gave a solemn flick as he looked at the living one, his eyes closing for a few moments before he opened them again to look at the girl. "I feel words are only needed in times of emergency. I know two languages and one I prefer over the other, however not many living ones speak it here." Ubivat explained, his voice monotoned, no emotion in it what so ever. That was how it always was, considering his state of deadness. This living one was more cuddly than the others, he found himself enjoying her company more than he would any others. The only one he had enjoyed company of was his sister, and she ripped his heart out of his chest. So he sat on his haunches, curling his tail around his front paws. Looking at her full fronted, pulling a paw up to his thick fluffy chest. Where there was no heart beat to feel. It made him so disconnected to the world, and it would always be that way until this body was killed, or rotted away. Maybe he was simply happy he had been given a second chance. To take on the royal status, and protect the right of passage that was his. To avoid any pain, and to avoid seeing those he cared about go off and ruin someone else's life just for fun. Hopefully anyway. Speech, |
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