Being that he was, well, immortal, he had never thought over his own needs in the past. His purpose, always, has been to fill his duty as a God and serve the mortals in exchange of worship that he did not necessarily desire. He was familiar with the strange ailments that affect them, having to always replenish their bodies and worry of tiny enemies that they would never see without tools, like germs. But, he has never had to deal with them himself in however many years it has been - too many to know, so why would he think of worrying about them now? The possibility of him being mortal in this strange new situation did occur to him, many times, in fact. However, he had not accounted every single part of being mortal, and was not even sure if it was true. He'd no idea what thirst, exhaustion, or starvation felt like. Right now, it just felt bad. Like he was losing some sort of fight, but he wasn't sure what, and the obvious answers did not reach his head. It wasn't like he could just go up and ask, anyway.

And so, the jaguar continued to simply exist, moving about his days in a similar manner to if he was staying the night at a town. The new lands they found made plenty to be discovered, and they held his interest for now. The skinny jaguar was observing ice crystals on a piece of foliage for now, sniffing at it quietly. It was not often he got to see such cold lands, mostly travelling in more mild environments. The harsh cold was something he would need to get used to.

[member=5575]myhri[/member]

An only slightly familiar voice enters his senses, causing him to stop, ears swiveling in the direction of the male as he turns towards him. He offers a smile to Myhri, recognizing the canine from his joining. In response to his question, he would only gesture towards their surroundings, unsure of how else to explain it. Perhaps it would be a good idea for him to learn sign language. Would he even be able to accomplish every gesture, with his paws? Either way, he could not do so right now. He wasn't so sure where to find resources for it, anyway. He wishes he could, at the very least, tell folks his name. Unfortunately, his only means of communication was paper and pencil - if granted, and then his own attempts to play charades.

He takes himself out of his head for now, though, shuffling his paws slightly now. He was not so sure of how to hold a conversation with no voice, and felt awkward about it. However, his stomach - what had grabbed the canine's attention in the first place - would break any silence, letting out a low rumble. He makes an almost annoyed face towards it, a slanted frown upon his features. His body was never so loud before.

While he did not necessarily see it such a way, the rumbling of his stomach was most certainly a blessing. There was a fair chance he would go on to starve without even realizing it had someone not intervened. Plus, it got rid of the awkward silence. The jaguar would give an unsure expression towards Myhri's inquiry, unsure of what he would respond. He did not need to eat (or so he thought), but he was unsure how to explain this, besides, he did not necessarily want to turn the canine down. He was certainly fine with hanging out with him either way - it wasn't like he had much of a chance to interact with folks around here, voice being taken away and all. He ponders over it for a few moments. Hopefully his expression and hesitance did not offend the male.

Damianos would ultimately settle on a curt nod, offering a smile once more. Did he really need to eat? Even if he didn't, was it possible for him to? The Gods had done so before, so surely there would have been a way. He supposes it won't hurt to try, he just did not like the idea of wasting things. And, to be honest, he'd no idea how to do it. Oh dear, he was beginning to feel nervous. How could he explain he didn't know how to eat to a mortal?