Exit Does Not Exist
05-08-2013, 02:24 PM
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Or so hideous The two continued like this for what seemed like hours, going over every word in English and Lakota that they possibly could with their current environment. "Rain." He choked out finally and pointed his nose to the cloudy sky, and then suddenly, as if on cue the downpour ceased and the clouds parted as if there had never been a storm to begin with Figures he thought, in a voice that sounded almost alien compared to the harsh croak he had been so used to. He shook the moisture from his now packed down and thoroughly soaked fur, the ends sticking out like sharp blades dripping small pearls of water from their points. Soon they would have to move, find Kangi a pack to live in, find her a proper place to stay and soon he would fade from her memory. But that was nothing to dwell on. Not now. Not today. Today he was learning Lakota from a cub and he was teaching the common tongue in the cool air as the seasons changed around them. Speech |
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