02-18-2020, 03:51 PM
If he were a lesser being, one with less control over his proverbial mouth, he would be reduced to grunting out a singular 'shit' in reaction to the things that have come to light today. Instead, he spoke, in a hushed tone, brain still processing everything: "Greetings, subject Aurum." A quiet greeting, while the others spoke in their odd, flowery ways. (He didn't know if he liked such noble speech - he much preferred getting to the chase, instead of all these pleasantries.)
The first thing that came to light, the one that reshaped the clay of his brain, twisting his mind into 'seeing' a new thing, was that he was not alone. Obviously, he was never truly alone - he always had his clanmates, after all. But he always felt alien wherever he went, standing out like a sore thumb, a black spot on a white background, the one person sitting instead of standing. He had been over this with himself frequently, wondering and arguing with himself if he was truly belonging. He had settled on not being cast out completely, but certainly not fitting in, as it were.
This was different now.
The second thing, which was much smaller in scope but still a surprise to him, was that he very much enjoyed being touched - the light brushing of a tail, presumably Aurum's from his positioning, sent electricity through his body, a pleasant little charge, something that energized him as much as it did comfort him, as much as it did ground him to something other than the floor, reminding him that he wasn't just floating in a void. The feeling was repeated when Itsy crawled and brushed against one of his tarsals - a different sensation, of course, not soft and slow, but smooth, and fast, and it ended almost soon as it began, leaving him feeling confused. What was the point of that in the first place? He could feel her heart beating just a little bit faster, but - well, that could easily be attributed to the blood flowing to her legs to push herself backwards instead of anything else.
The third thing, which he did not realize at all, funnily enough, was that he was oblivious.
He pushed on regardless of all the new things coming to light, deciding to focus on an anchor: his curiosity. "Yes, greetings," he spoke quickly, as if trying to get the formalities out of the way, voice taking an almost child-like tone (if not for the staggering depth of his vocal range). "How long has subject Itsy lived in Tanglewood? Do more large spiders exist? Where did subject pick up elegant speech patterns, mannerisms?" He had so many questions, but alas, he did not have enough time in the world to excitedly poke and prod at every blind spot (pun unintended) in his knowledge. He would have to settle for just a few. And maybe a few more after that.
The first thing that came to light, the one that reshaped the clay of his brain, twisting his mind into 'seeing' a new thing, was that he was not alone. Obviously, he was never truly alone - he always had his clanmates, after all. But he always felt alien wherever he went, standing out like a sore thumb, a black spot on a white background, the one person sitting instead of standing. He had been over this with himself frequently, wondering and arguing with himself if he was truly belonging. He had settled on not being cast out completely, but certainly not fitting in, as it were.
This was different now.
The second thing, which was much smaller in scope but still a surprise to him, was that he very much enjoyed being touched - the light brushing of a tail, presumably Aurum's from his positioning, sent electricity through his body, a pleasant little charge, something that energized him as much as it did comfort him, as much as it did ground him to something other than the floor, reminding him that he wasn't just floating in a void. The feeling was repeated when Itsy crawled and brushed against one of his tarsals - a different sensation, of course, not soft and slow, but smooth, and fast, and it ended almost soon as it began, leaving him feeling confused. What was the point of that in the first place? He could feel her heart beating just a little bit faster, but - well, that could easily be attributed to the blood flowing to her legs to push herself backwards instead of anything else.
The third thing, which he did not realize at all, funnily enough, was that he was oblivious.
He pushed on regardless of all the new things coming to light, deciding to focus on an anchor: his curiosity. "Yes, greetings," he spoke quickly, as if trying to get the formalities out of the way, voice taking an almost child-like tone (if not for the staggering depth of his vocal range). "How long has subject Itsy lived in Tanglewood? Do more large spiders exist? Where did subject pick up elegant speech patterns, mannerisms?" He had so many questions, but alas, he did not have enough time in the world to excitedly poke and prod at every blind spot (pun unintended) in his knowledge. He would have to settle for just a few. And maybe a few more after that.
tags - "speech"