02-20-2020, 10:31 AM
Abathur crawled through the swamp of Tanglewood, tapping against trees and roots, looking for his prize. He was here on a mission - to find flowers for his house. Gardening was one item on the long list of things he had never done, and ever since he had thought it up while contemplating the emptiness of his house, the idea had latched onto his mind as a good one. Of course, being that he was in Tanglewood, he should've expected to run into someone sooner or later - he didn't, though, so he was almost taken aback when he felt a heartbeat somewhere in his vicinity.
He turned to look at the being that had interrupted his search, eyes empty, milky, indicative of an onset blindness, vision taken, senses submerged into a world of nothingness. "Greetings," he said, voice a smooth monotone tinged with the caution one had when greeting a stranger. "Subject is in Tanglewood. Name, business?"
He turned to look at the being that had interrupted his search, eyes empty, milky, indicative of an onset blindness, vision taken, senses submerged into a world of nothingness. "Greetings," he said, voice a smooth monotone tinged with the caution one had when greeting a stranger. "Subject is in Tanglewood. Name, business?"
tags - "speech"