10-15-2019, 11:30 PM
So much to take in here - the satyr whose back he rode upon was shifting him around, and then there was a very big black cat - Kydobi, whose name he didn't really know, was beautiful as well. There was so much worry and tension in his form, sleek, probably constructed from many battles, or any tenuous physical exercise. Again, his thoughts of beauty were not so much aesthetic or carnal, but scientific - though even if he could talk freely, he was not like to do so. A loose tongue in these matters offered him quite the beating in the past, verbal or otherwise.
The talk of water began to make his dry mouth all the more present in his mind, and so the kit opened his mouth to speak. It was usually unlike him to ask for much, but his body was pushing his mind to ignore restrictions of policy. "Please... hurry," the melanistic kit mewled softly, hoping that wasn't too much of a demand. The winged goat was already moving very fast, but soon he would lose consciousness, and he didn't know if he could hold onto his life if that were to happen. He was a fighter, for sure, but he had already been fighting death for what felt like days to him - and the endurance match between him, a young kitten, and the eternal force of death was not exactly tipped in his favor.
The talk about low food stores did make him fret, however. "Sorry," he mumbled after Redvox spoke again, though he didn't really expect an answer back. In his pained silence, he began to dread the possibility that he would be left for dead because he was being pushy.
That was a stupid thought, obviously, but his brain was dry and dusty, and he was a child regardless; maintaining his anxieties was difficult.
The talk of water began to make his dry mouth all the more present in his mind, and so the kit opened his mouth to speak. It was usually unlike him to ask for much, but his body was pushing his mind to ignore restrictions of policy. "Please... hurry," the melanistic kit mewled softly, hoping that wasn't too much of a demand. The winged goat was already moving very fast, but soon he would lose consciousness, and he didn't know if he could hold onto his life if that were to happen. He was a fighter, for sure, but he had already been fighting death for what felt like days to him - and the endurance match between him, a young kitten, and the eternal force of death was not exactly tipped in his favor.
The talk about low food stores did make him fret, however. "Sorry," he mumbled after Redvox spoke again, though he didn't really expect an answer back. In his pained silence, he began to dread the possibility that he would be left for dead because he was being pushy.
That was a stupid thought, obviously, but his brain was dry and dusty, and he was a child regardless; maintaining his anxieties was difficult.
tags - "speech"