I can see a waterfall in my future

*Ubivat* · 07-12-2014, 11:49 PM

Eir have mercy on his soul as he lifted his head to look at the man who approached. Ubivat was not a man of many words, his main language being that Russian in nature, english felt funny against his tongue. At least with Skadi was the only one he had felt comfortable speaking it with a lot. Though the huge albino was now gone, and he was left begging for the gods to give him his heart back. Orange eyes would gleam, with no emotion left inside of them. Was this a meeting of the gods? He wondered, the viking would lower his head but pull his ears forward in a weird body language as to say he was curious and not a thread. Stepping forward, he smelt the living one for a moment and circled him once. Sitting down in front of him now, his muscles would tighten feeling funny underneath his skin as he could not feel most things.
"Speak, living one." he would say. Buill had been looking at him beforehand, had he not? So that must meant he wished for something. Let it be interaction or otherwise, but Ubivat would never really understand. He had a empty cavity in his chest, no tears to cry, no emotions to burn out unless the gods were to save him. His hope was that he would one day make it to Valhalla. Not just the pack, the real, eden of the gods.

Speech,

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