The Mourning Bells Are Ringing

*Korr* · (This post was last modified: 03-26-2015, 01:09 PM by Korr.)

Korr

'The Moonlight Shines Silver, My Teeth Shine Red'

Her stance was neutral, so he kept his neutral as well, save the sharp attention he paid to her. He remained still as she examined him, blinking slowly in a mockery of boredom. His scars were earned, every one, and if he was a man with a larger vocabulary he could have told you where each one was eared, who it was by and when and why he had them. His gaze flickered to her ears, at the sudden attention when he had spoke. Curious.

Her own voice had his attention, and his gaze moved to her. Her voice was odd, and it took him an obvious while to process her words, his head tilted just the slightest bit. "Behave. Never." A grin rolled across his features but it was gone as soon as it came, and he padded silently towards her. Her voice had him interested, and he studied her more, waiting for her to speak again.

A hunch had both ears prick sharp at her, his eyes meeting her own, his voice a rumble bordering on a growl. "Cara nó namhaid?" There were faint traces of an accent akin to his... perhaps it was a stretch that his words would be understood, but the black longed for actual conversation, or at least to have his words understood.

OOC: Translations
Cara nó namhaid? - Friend or Foe?

Image

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me