The Mourning Bells Are Ringing
03-26-2015, 12:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-26-2015, 01:01 PM by Korr.)
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Korr
'The Moonlight Shines Silver, My Teeth Shine Red'
The wag of her tail settled him, the smile did not. A smile could be a lie, the tail rarely lied. However as she spoke, another grin broke out on his face, this time lasting longer 'ere he sealed it away again. "Clocha sneachta, deirfiúr! Ní bheidh ort trioblóide uaim." His tail wagged once, and he kept pace with her, neither walking ahead of her nor behind. He was quiet, ears twitching, picking up on the silence as they passed. Never ceased to amuse him how hushed everything would get when the wolves passed below. "Name Korr." He said at last, glancing down at her out of the corner of his eyes, silver gaze curious. Her accent had been a mixture, yet she spoke fluent Irish... just what was she? Of course the black was not going to ask; his Mam had raised him better. Translation: Hail, sister. You will not have trouble from me. |
OOC: That is so friggin cool! XD It works