07-01-2016, 04:12 PM
THE EARTH IS ALIVE, AND MAN IS A PARASITE.
AND HEAVENLY BODIES MAKE US FIGHT.
Cai.
"A pleasure, Cai," He muses over the name for the slightest of moments, but he says nothing more - he is unable to.
A second later, his hearing pricks and he finds himself grimacing at the abrupt, obnoxious sound of an overzealous female (too young to know her own presence), his searing red eyes moving to study her as she addresses the buckskin that stood before them. She is small, youthful and hardly a threat - though with her boisterous voice and sharp attitude, she is surely going to be a thorn in their sides. He studies her quietly, observing her mousy gray pelt and unusual alabaster marking that lay beneath one nostril.
She is familiar, though he cannot place how. He is not certain he has ever met her, nor seen her. There was something about her, however, that he could not quite place. He resists the urge to roll his eyes at her - having many children of his own, he knows how strong the urge is for youth to want to grow much faster than their own legs are capable of. He allows his gaze to then settle on the male before him, and he finds mild amusement in the way he responds to her. He does not say a word, and instead allows the two their moment of banter.
"A pleasure, Cai," He muses over the name for the slightest of moments, but he says nothing more - he is unable to.
A second later, his hearing pricks and he finds himself grimacing at the abrupt, obnoxious sound of an overzealous female (too young to know her own presence), his searing red eyes moving to study her as she addresses the buckskin that stood before them. She is small, youthful and hardly a threat - though with her boisterous voice and sharp attitude, she is surely going to be a thorn in their sides. He studies her quietly, observing her mousy gray pelt and unusual alabaster marking that lay beneath one nostril.
She is familiar, though he cannot place how. He is not certain he has ever met her, nor seen her. There was something about her, however, that he could not quite place. He resists the urge to roll his eyes at her - having many children of his own, he knows how strong the urge is for youth to want to grow much faster than their own legs are capable of. He allows his gaze to then settle on the male before him, and he finds mild amusement in the way he responds to her. He does not say a word, and instead allows the two their moment of banter.
OFFSPRING
the ice king of the tundra