Rolling Coal
07-27-2014, 11:46 PM
As the boy stood and did nothing, a piercing scream would ripple through his lobes. His ears perked, something that never, ever happened, and he would soon take off in a run to see what had happened. Whether it was a coyote or not, it was I cry for that matter. Caeto had met other species that were friendly. But he was on the move to find it. He would turn a corner, slinging his hind legs across the stone to find a girl shaking the ash off her pelt. And he was sure this was where the cry had come from. Her neck spun, looking for any others that may have heard her, he would search for her gaze before speaking, "Are you alright?" Walk "Talk" Think |
