what scares you?..everything
It thinks on what this other it is saying. What ever they were it liked this one. It stretches out its neck reaching to feel and smell this other it. It was warm, smelled similiar to it. This did not smell like the 'food' that had sustained it.
He bumped his nostrils against her, feeling the fur, and warmth. He was taking in everything that the queen was saying. No he was not helpless, in fact most would say quite intellegant, but that didn't mean he didn't struggle. She did not feel like the snakes, with scales and small hissing mouths. At this he turned his nostrils to himself, sniffing at his own body, feeling the fur that covered his own body. Yes this one must understand him and his plight. They were to much the same for him not to stick around her. If she knew so much, then she must be able to help him understand the world that he had been born into. He turns back to her sticking out his tongue to lick at her fur like he had his own. Yes she even tasted like he did. Had she already licked the metalic stuff off herself as well.
When other it brings up food again it ponders for a moment, food was under him? Well what ever that was... If the other it thought that food was around then he should probably try to find this 'grass'. It sniffs at the blades beneath its nostrils, after all this is the dirrection it had found coils. 'Not warm' She had said, maybe this is what she refered to. Hesitantly it takes a mouth full. Not bad, it couldn't say that this was its favorite, but it didn't hurt either. Though it did miss the liquid sensation of easily sliding down its throat. Nose crinkles as it attempts to swallow the new food. Ears flicking around as it listens to the voice. "Straia" It repeats the word. Glassy voice grating with quizzical muse. "I am Straia" It says. For a moment pity shadows its features, yes Straia must be in darkness to, otherwise she would have known that he was a Straia too. They must be Straias, just like grass is food, coils are good food, trees are rough, and fire is warm. Well it was nice to know what it was now. Though what was a Straia? It wasn't sure if the word helped, or if it would just baffle him further.
With a lopsided, goofy grin, new Straia attempts to snuggle up to her. Its little tail thumping against it's haunches. It scrunches its face, how to tell Straia that it liked it. It comes up with a bright idea. "Straia like food." the scraping voice repeats, bending it spreads its legs snatching up more of the nasty food. Standing back up and bumping into her agian. Making a show of how good it tasted. Maybe if it could show Straia that food tasted good... it then proceeds to rub against Straia with a purr. Yes that should do. Maybe Straia would know the word for what he was trying to say.
Thanh
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