Rainforest Cliffs
Words hit his battered, broken ears and he turns, wings still wobbling with fatigue and his shoulder smarting as the lava burns against his flesh. His jaw is set and his tongue hangs gently through the cage of his teeth, panting and inhaling air as though it's the last chance he'll get to do so. Everywhere hurts, from his burning head to his burning shoulder to his burning face, and it's quite fortunate that it takes a hell of a lot more than this to rouse the yearling's temper else he would be leaving explosions everywhere he sets foot. He knows the grullo that approaches him - the white skull-face denotes a brother, and he vaguely remembers seeing him in the Portal before all hell broke loose. This stallion is a relation, a sibling; does that mean he'll be willing to help an emotionally-stunted, useless, lava-burnt boy for nothing in return?
The other male speaks, and Vulkán blinks serenely. The sarcasm is completely lost on him - he does not understand sarcasm, so takes his brother's advice at face value. "Do you think so?" he replies, his tones completely genuine. If this older man is offering advice out of the kindness of his heart, then maybe he really will help the lava-boy with his quest. Truly, a more difficult trial would have been hard to find; when he struggles with emotions, it is next to impossible for him to magically summon up three just to get rid of the agony inside his head. Then comes a question, one that causes the yearling to blink again and study his brother with a tilted quad-horned skull, trying his best to grasp what he means. "What do you mean? Our species does not wear panties, which means it is not possible for them to grow twisted." There's a certain wide-eyed innocence in the boy's face, a genuine naivety that is at odds with his surprisingly deep and utterly monotone voice. There's no inflections in the speech, no telltale sign of emotion or mood, simply a matter-of-face rumble that betrays nothing. There's nothing to betray, not really. |
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