SO WEAK AND POWERLESS { .:*・°☆ } ———
for the first time in a long while, there was no feel of roughened rope about their skinny little necks. moribund was free to prance about-- and oh, how they wanted to escape. but it was made abundantly clear that the possibility was very little to begin with. pittian members surrounded them-- and the repercussions that would await them should they attempt to make a break for it would most likely be... unfavorable.
they heeded to the call of ekslav's voice. trotting forward on skinny, gangly limps like a newborn colt. two sets of large eyes fettered with long lashes blinked curiously at the leopard. the first set hesitant. the other's face, far more steady and monotone.
medical training? healing?
moribund knew not of herbs that soothed the wounds or the aches in one's own body. they were born in a family that withheld wisdom from them and made knowledge a forbidden thing. they were nearly as ignorant and unknowing as the day they were born. the two headed creature's left head tilted in barely concealed, burning curiosity. the mention of training lit a match and set a fire igniting deep into their fused spine.
unlike their family before them, this... pitt offered the option of knowledge. moribund wanted it. no-- they needed it. and they would take any opportunity they could. this was no moment to waste.
the left head's eyes glittered with a feral sort of hunger. a hunger for tutelage. if they wanted to learn, they just had to speak, yet it seemed far too good to be true. their throat ached from the lack of vocal use, and a sharp little muzzle parted as a singular head spoke. could it? should it?
the child wondered if it was forbidden just like knowledge had been in their old? would they approve of a slave speaking in favor of their education?
it was time to find out.
"we..." a quiet little 'baaa,' voice soft like a feather on the wind emitted from one of their parched throats. the right was eternally silent, and their eyes spoke of a gelid impassiveness. yet the left was full of fire. "would like to learn."
yes. knowledge was something valuable. precious. not to be wasted.
// stating interest in exorcist with mori
they heeded to the call of ekslav's voice. trotting forward on skinny, gangly limps like a newborn colt. two sets of large eyes fettered with long lashes blinked curiously at the leopard. the first set hesitant. the other's face, far more steady and monotone.
medical training? healing?
moribund knew not of herbs that soothed the wounds or the aches in one's own body. they were born in a family that withheld wisdom from them and made knowledge a forbidden thing. they were nearly as ignorant and unknowing as the day they were born. the two headed creature's left head tilted in barely concealed, burning curiosity. the mention of training lit a match and set a fire igniting deep into their fused spine.
unlike their family before them, this... pitt offered the option of knowledge. moribund wanted it. no-- they needed it. and they would take any opportunity they could. this was no moment to waste.
the left head's eyes glittered with a feral sort of hunger. a hunger for tutelage. if they wanted to learn, they just had to speak, yet it seemed far too good to be true. their throat ached from the lack of vocal use, and a sharp little muzzle parted as a singular head spoke. could it? should it?
the child wondered if it was forbidden just like knowledge had been in their old? would they approve of a slave speaking in favor of their education?
it was time to find out.
"we..." a quiet little 'baaa,' voice soft like a feather on the wind emitted from one of their parched throats. the right was eternally silent, and their eyes spoke of a gelid impassiveness. yet the left was full of fire. "would like to learn."
yes. knowledge was something valuable. precious. not to be wasted.
// stating interest in exorcist with mori
[align=center][div style="font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family: arialblack; 1px;"]CONSTANTLY CONSUMING , CONQUER AND DEVOUR[div style="font-size:8pt;line-height:.1.5;color:black;font-family:arial;margin-bottom:5px;margin-top:-2px"]THE PITT —— 9 MOONS ･✦——TAGS