I Think This Line Is Mostly Filler
08-08-2014, 07:46 PM
Sleeeep. It was a beautiful, godly sent thing. The boy could sleep like nobody's business, appropriate considering the god he was named after. Sleep, laying around, rest... all very nice things. But he couldn't do that all the time, even if he wished that he could. Eating was a necessity... as was play. At least in some ways. Hypnos wouldn't lie, he enjoyed being in the warm sun and getting attention from his mother, who he lovingly referred to as 'Momma'. Any explanation otherwise was shrugged off, through one ear and out the other at this age. As for the salmon tinted male, his brother, well, Hypnos had just decided on a new nickname for him, and one that he thought was perfect. Favoring the weak, deformed back right leg the boy would move along, trying to explore. The sand here was hot and stretched on and on, but Hypnos did what he could to ignore it. For the better part of the day he'd remain in the den, dosing on and off, and then come out to play as the sun began to set and the earth beneath his paws started to cool. His tail would give an interested flick behind him as his gaze settled on some black beetle scuttling across the sand. A playful growl would leave the boy, who was a bit further from the den than he would normally dare venture. He'd try to lower to the ground, moving a bit awkwardly due to his back leg as he tried to stalk the insect. "Speech" |