Gone to the Birds

*Mithras* · (This post was last modified: 02-22-2015, 11:23 AM by Mithras.)

The sound of crashing in the hilltop above him had Mithras wondering at the cruelty of the gods. He didn't literally mean careening! He jumped to his feet and whirled around, ready to be horrorstruck by the mangled body of his sister... Only, yet again, he was met with another face entirely. She had crashed down just behind his perch, perhaps twenty paces nearer to the slope than he currently stood.

His brows lifted and his head quirked tot he side. She had real color! Maybe this land wasn't so drab after all. Panic stricken that the Not-Caia-But-Still-Colorful wolf might be hurt he dashed forward and began speaking rapidly in his native tongue. "Bogovite pogore! Dali ste vo red? Dali boli? Kade da ti našteti, ona što možam da napravam?"

It was a knee-jerk reaction, and it only occurred to him after he'd finished that she, much like the others wolves he'd met, probably did not understand that tongue. "Ah, uh... You are hurting? Where is hurting?" Gods blast all foreigners, and never mind that he was the invader in this land. Why couldn't they all just share a common language, it would make this so much easier!

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