04-28-2022, 10:34 PM
"Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land" ♆ tags ── While Scyllios was mute, it was not a deformity or something that happened when they were born. Rather, it was a selective thing. Should they wish to, they could speak verbally, and only resort to intruding on the minds of others if necessary. But the reverse was better. And they always respected the wishes of those they spoke into the minds of.
Their low humming carried through the air, a somber tune they learned from a sailor they believed to be long dead. The Typhoon was a homely place for the maned wolf, much more appropriate for their life than the Coalition. Warmer, livelier, not the home of her thought-to-be-dead insane mother figure. Their steps along the tide pools were careful, but they were unaware of another within the pools.
Their low humming carried through the air, a somber tune they learned from a sailor they believed to be long dead. The Typhoon was a homely place for the maned wolf, much more appropriate for their life than the Coalition. Warmer, livelier, not the home of her thought-to-be-dead insane mother figure. Their steps along the tide pools were careful, but they were unaware of another within the pools.