My dear, my Guanine pig

His many sister's would carry him on their shoulders to a royal bed, his fatigued body collapsing onto the mossy surface. He'd sigh, trying to relax but finding no position comfortable. He was starting to get angrier. He hated how he was feeling, the room was much too cold, as he couldn't even lay down to sleep. He would groan as he threw himself to the earth again, his skin burning where it touched the ground. He'd growl from behind dehydrated lips. Orchid needed to make him better, more tasty paste. That had helped... Hadn't it. At least he hadn't wanted to destroy something afterwards. A groan would fall from his lips as his head rolled off the side of the pedestal like formation. "Orchid. Make it stop." she was no longer melting, maybe now she could cure him.?

"Speech"