02-02-2023, 11:13 PM
As the dark figure approached, the other merely stared. Their dull eyes shifted over to look at the other in the face, attempting to lock eyes with Jormungand as they did so. With the other's speech, it barely registered. What was their name? What was their purpose? They had none. They had nothing. How could they even begin to explain the nothingness in everything and everything? With a muted breathing and a blink, they did not bother to respond. Nor would they ever. Not until they were given a name.
Not ragged, no. The other routinely cleaned themselves after many incidents. In fact, it was like clockwork. It appeared they were on a strict schedule, except for their wandering. It was rather unusual. How one could be so brainless, yet so kept up and clean. Even today, their fur was pale white. The only imperfection upon their body was the sand between their toes and the emotionless expression that remained as they stared out at Jormungand.
Not ragged, no. The other routinely cleaned themselves after many incidents. In fact, it was like clockwork. It appeared they were on a strict schedule, except for their wandering. It was rather unusual. How one could be so brainless, yet so kept up and clean. Even today, their fur was pale white. The only imperfection upon their body was the sand between their toes and the emotionless expression that remained as they stared out at Jormungand.
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