07-12-2018, 02:25 PM
You know, it kind of disturbed Mark that his first instinct upon seeing a mouse, even one quivering under one of the buildings of the place he had only recently joined, was to think he could eat it. That rat, the one that had pledged him that he would be protected, the one who seemed to struggle with the language they spoke, was different somehow - maybe it was all the gold he wore that jingled every step he took, or maybe it was the fact that he had spoken before Mark had a chance to really think about it. But this tiny thing, shaking under the cold of Snowbound, it didn't trigger any sort of thoughts of intelligence. It just looked like food. He could control himself, though. He was no beast. And so he flapped over, leaning a bit to his right, with his left wing looking a little shorter than the other, and craning his neck downwards to examine the small rodent. He hoped he didn't scare the poor thing, were it to be a truly living mouse, since he was sort of getting in its face, shoving the side of his head down to her so he could see properly. "You seem a bit cold there - you wouldn't happen to be, er, smart, would you?" He asked, trying to sound like a friendly old codger, and not a menacing thing. Well, unless she was a beast. Then he didn't really care.
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