Word of the Day
Jan 14, 2018 21:42:29 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2018 21:42:29 GMT -5
Ignoring her wolf friend's towering rage was hard, and Tyr was starting to get tired of it. She'd been mad all day, thundering on about something gone wrong, on and on and on, and Tyr was busy. She was trying to get Minor Illusion to work, so she could make Kzaur think he'd hit his head too hard and was hearing the caves talk to him.
It was hard. Mother said that she had to be older, but she wanted to, wanted to spook Kzaur. And Shadyr was being very loud.
Ridiculous bird! The wolf shouted, energy crackling in her fur as she bared her teeth at Mhaor. The angry knife-bird screeched in return, lashing out with a wing full of sharp metal. Vapid, useless beast! I'll have your bones for --
"Do you mind, Shadyr?" Tyr interrupted, hip cocked, hands-on-hips grumpily.
The necromancer stared at her blankly for a moment, tail flicking like an angry cat's. Several deep breaths, and the wolf sighed, closing her eyes briefly. Evagna uns'aa. Forgive me, bonded.
Eyeing Mhaor and the weird egg that definitely wasn't the bird's, then Shadyr, Iskotyra considered -- then huffed, letting her attempts at pranking Kzaur go. For now. "Teach me more of that language, wolf." She requested, shuffling over and hooking an arm around one of the wolf's massive legs. "I want to know as many languages as you do. What's the one you talk to the dead ones with?"
Not for you, child. Not yet, anyways. Fine. Let's go away from that ridiculous requia.
"Is requia in your language? Is that 'bird'?"
Suru. No, requia is what the little -- ah, what the bird is. Species.
(Egg 3/20)
It was hard. Mother said that she had to be older, but she wanted to, wanted to spook Kzaur. And Shadyr was being very loud.
Ridiculous bird! The wolf shouted, energy crackling in her fur as she bared her teeth at Mhaor. The angry knife-bird screeched in return, lashing out with a wing full of sharp metal. Vapid, useless beast! I'll have your bones for --
"Do you mind, Shadyr?" Tyr interrupted, hip cocked, hands-on-hips grumpily.
The necromancer stared at her blankly for a moment, tail flicking like an angry cat's. Several deep breaths, and the wolf sighed, closing her eyes briefly. Evagna uns'aa. Forgive me, bonded.
Eyeing Mhaor and the weird egg that definitely wasn't the bird's, then Shadyr, Iskotyra considered -- then huffed, letting her attempts at pranking Kzaur go. For now. "Teach me more of that language, wolf." She requested, shuffling over and hooking an arm around one of the wolf's massive legs. "I want to know as many languages as you do. What's the one you talk to the dead ones with?"
Not for you, child. Not yet, anyways. Fine. Let's go away from that ridiculous requia.
"Is requia in your language? Is that 'bird'?"
Suru. No, requia is what the little -- ah, what the bird is. Species.
(Egg 3/20)