08-04-2018, 02:58 AM
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“There were no fish in the desert so I am unsure on whether I would enjoy your... fishy taste,” the voice which rose from the depth of the stark white throat seemed a rasping thing, sand paper scraping upon a rough surface, yet lightened by a soft touch of laughter, foreign to her for quite some time. Small ears swivelled towards the approaching creature yet the head seemed stone, a mere flick of the gaze catching sight of the one who spoke so plainly to her.
Curiosity bubbled within her as she found not a creature of land but one suited more to the waves before her, a thing of beauty and dark mystery to one who had seen it only within images, described as a jewel of blue and green laced with sea foam. Finally she turned towards Monroe, a tilt to her head and the narrowing of those oddly toned eyes expressing her curiosity, but the curl to the lips was slight, more for show than it was to express emotion. Used to odd sights and one herself, many had questioned her over the mere fact she was a child of pure white born of a pair of mountain lions holding the expected dusty brown, but not to this degree.
Eyes moved across the gills, a soft sound escaping her lips as she watched them move, seemingly to still attempt their work at breathing though it was air around him, the thick appendage which seemed to act as a tail another she couldn't begin to puzzle out. Yet his skin free of fur was not one which confused her for she had come across many who lacked any covering or had chosen to sheer it off, the extra weight and heat too much when prolonged exposure to intense heat might offer death. Indeed he seemed somewhat fishy, though her attention was caught by the more feline features he harboured as well, enough to cause momentary pause.
“Monroe, it is a pleasure to meet you,” her head dipped into a bow, the tone of her voice devoid now of all, a monotone she was well practised at using. Though she cared not to show it her surprise have given way to a mix of confusion and intrigue, touched with something she might only call disgust for this creature was one beyond her minimal imagination, unsure on how to present herself and so thinking better of showing her thoughts. “I am Mama Ishayu and yes, if you would be willing I would like to shelter for a time. Is that -” with this her stump rose to point towards the cluster of buildings “-yours by any chance? I have never seen the like, nor the ocean, but it is pretty.” A wistful tone touches her last words and the smile upon her lips strengthens gaining something which seems as though it is genuine joy, the light which touched those red eyes one of childish glee.
Though she closed in on her fifth year it seemed Mama was still capable of such childish exploits, lacking much of a childhood it seemed those feelings had touched these later years. Already she felt the trickle of energy, restless and seemingly drawn from a pool with no end, filling her, the want to explore and place her mark upon this place shown in the expression she turned once more to Monroe, expectant of a positive answer
Curiosity bubbled within her as she found not a creature of land but one suited more to the waves before her, a thing of beauty and dark mystery to one who had seen it only within images, described as a jewel of blue and green laced with sea foam. Finally she turned towards Monroe, a tilt to her head and the narrowing of those oddly toned eyes expressing her curiosity, but the curl to the lips was slight, more for show than it was to express emotion. Used to odd sights and one herself, many had questioned her over the mere fact she was a child of pure white born of a pair of mountain lions holding the expected dusty brown, but not to this degree.
Eyes moved across the gills, a soft sound escaping her lips as she watched them move, seemingly to still attempt their work at breathing though it was air around him, the thick appendage which seemed to act as a tail another she couldn't begin to puzzle out. Yet his skin free of fur was not one which confused her for she had come across many who lacked any covering or had chosen to sheer it off, the extra weight and heat too much when prolonged exposure to intense heat might offer death. Indeed he seemed somewhat fishy, though her attention was caught by the more feline features he harboured as well, enough to cause momentary pause.
“Monroe, it is a pleasure to meet you,” her head dipped into a bow, the tone of her voice devoid now of all, a monotone she was well practised at using. Though she cared not to show it her surprise have given way to a mix of confusion and intrigue, touched with something she might only call disgust for this creature was one beyond her minimal imagination, unsure on how to present herself and so thinking better of showing her thoughts. “I am Mama Ishayu and yes, if you would be willing I would like to shelter for a time. Is that -” with this her stump rose to point towards the cluster of buildings “-yours by any chance? I have never seen the like, nor the ocean, but it is pretty.” A wistful tone touches her last words and the smile upon her lips strengthens gaining something which seems as though it is genuine joy, the light which touched those red eyes one of childish glee.
Though she closed in on her fifth year it seemed Mama was still capable of such childish exploits, lacking much of a childhood it seemed those feelings had touched these later years. Already she felt the trickle of energy, restless and seemingly drawn from a pool with no end, filling her, the want to explore and place her mark upon this place shown in the expression she turned once more to Monroe, expectant of a positive answer
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the wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
[div style="font-size:8pt;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:-10px"][color=#000]drunk & driven by the devil's hunger, drive your son like a railroad spike