It's been quite a while since he's actually had a pleasant conversation with someone other than himself. Probably because he just got to Alacritis, or maybe it's because he just doesn't give a shit about what he does. For example, bounding onto Ebony territory as if it was his own. And then coming face-to-face with the queen-...who was pregnant. She was also in a crazy bad mood. But it was actually quite amusing. The woman could of at least been angry without holler 'fuck' out loud. Maybe she was just really pissed about something else...besides, he wasn't that bad! Yeah he can do some things stupid at times...but it doesn't mean he's the worst boy in the universe! At least he wasn't a crazy killer psycho waddling around Alacritis, raping woman and killing for no apparent reason. Come on, everyone had to admit, he wasn't as bad as some of the other brutes out there. But a little change could be acceptable. If Rivulet wanted a woman to hold on too, to claim as his own, he'd need to change his attitude a bit. No stealing, no pissing strangers off just for amusement, nothing. He'd need to act presentable to woman...which seemed as hard as reaching the spot between his shoulders to itch himself. But...at least he can try...?
The air seemed so thin here. Whenever he tried to quicken his pace, he ran out of breath immediately. It was also pretty cold- but with his fluffy coat, it wasn't something he worried about much. It was just the frost carried by the soft wind that pattered against his face. The man's legs also hurt quite a bit. It was almost like he was dragged a boulder up a hill, with sheer drops into blackness here and there. Dangerous-...but fun! He didn't expect anyone to be here anyways. It was cold, life-risking, and gloomy. But he found it rather fun to jump from cliff to cliff, getting higher and higher and feeling the air get even thinner. The young boy's older sister used to call him, "A daring risk-taker" and he liked it. He loved feeling free and doing whatever his heart desired- and yet, he hasn't died yet! He didn't think he would soon anyway. Rivulet has always though he'd grow so old, that one day he'd fall asleep in a warm, cozy den and pass away in the middle of a wonderful dream. But sometimes he hopes he dies trying to save someone he loves, or in some type of rebellion. Although death was far to come...he hoped.
The amount of snow falling would cease suddenly as Rivulet climbed higher and higher into the Dreamer's Col. But things just got riskier and riskier. More sheer drops opened up in front of him like the mouths of monsters, looking to consume him just because he decided to jump over them instead of going around. The man was a risk-taker, and he'd stay that way. Daring and fearless. It was suitable for a thick-peeled banana like him. The boy, after jumping a few cliffs, decided to take a little break. He approached a spot where snowfall seemed to be scarce, before sliding down to his belly and curling into a comfortable ball. His small, soft ears drew back against his skull as his eyes slid over those emerald jewels of his, planted into his head. But sleep would not come. Especially when he was so full of energy, and when he was in the eye of a storm. Well, a light snow storm.
"Speech"
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