Addicted
02-22-2014, 02:00 PM
Upon deciding that he'd found himself in equally amicable company, the brute seated himself a short distance away. A firefly droned in his ear, causing it to flick rapidly for a second and when it insisted upon landing, he shook his head vigorously to rid himself of it. The insect didn't fly far and after a few lazy loops in the air, settled on his paw were it sat winking slowly. Thor's eyes settled on the bug for second, watching it light up his fur, before he lifted his gaze to the fae. She spoke of the water and how it was invigorating, but in it the brute could only see the monsters and his own mortality. He wasn't reminded of life, but of death and how unexpectedly it could come. Despite this, his tone was light when he said, "You weren't the least bit concerned about monsters? Something swimming up from the bottom to chew off your toes?" He wasn't particularly fond of talking to strangers and so, before she could answer, he spoke again, "My name is Thor, by the way." If they were properly introduced, then they weren't strangers, right? Speech |
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