The large lobes set upon her cranium would flick at the womans simple response, Wishing to say no more. With a personality like meinx's it'd be a gift to stitch up her onyx lips, for the chance to never speak again. Voices are such irritating things, It makes life a whole lot simpler and duller. Creatures are adapted to become nothing but lazy. The sounds of heavy paws pounded against the earth, the rhythm rather of and free. A smile would play upon her maw at the gasp. Was it really that shocking? " Why's she gasping at your face daddy? I think its pretty." The youth would look up towards the akhros, before focusing back upon the woman ahead.
Syrinx wanted to be impressed, for this stranger to show something intriguing and perhaps unique. The woman was soon beginning to carry out the performance with catching... a bird? At least we all knew the woman was fast upon her feet. But still, meinx would only stare, her face reading as much as a blank she of white paper. All the girl wanted to know is how the king would take the little performance.
Meinx has no nose and heavy scarring on the top of the muzzle. Some tables may not show this.
