I can see a waterfall in my future
07-13-2014, 07:23 PM
Buill would speak, and it would sadden the male. Of course he never cared much for the living, but he simply did not wish for them to be afraid of him. He would rather himself be afraid of him. Though his survival was crucial, it was not as if he was in no danger did he wish for others to seek destruction among themselves. In fact, he was apathetic, but something told him in his brain even if he was dead that the world of the living was not to be wasted. Ubivat's ears would press against his skull, lowering his head, and catching himself closer to the male. "Живой человек боится, о Odin заставить его увидеть я ни ангел или демон. Возможно, волк ищет возмездия, как Он есть."(The living one is afraid, oh odin make him see I neither an angel or demon. Perhaps a wolf seeking retribution just as he is.) the russian would flow off his tongue easily. As he kept forward. Quietly staring at him. "You don't need to speak... not if you don't want to. These dead ears won't do much for listening. My eyes do better than my ears do." he would say. Hoping it would give him a sense of comfortability. Then he would sit, ever so closer, but still trying to keep a fair distance until Buill was ready to approach him if anything at all. Speech, |