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littlesilvertipA good night sleep.
Time looks like it’s me fast them slow right now. This leads to boring days of laying around. How long have I been like this? I genuinely don’t know.
At first, it as nice to see him. Finally, a friendly face. Earth Whisperer came by, and didn’t recognize me. He found me attractive.
No. No no no no no. No. No. God no. I am Little Silvertip Mauls the Horned Serpent. I am a nukalpiaq. I am a provider and a hunter and the best medicine man in the pure tribes here. I’m not having sex with him. Ever. Ever.
Breathing deeply again. Calm. I’m a master of my rage, not the other way around. He said he changed his mind and didn’t want to… mate with me. That’s good, because I nearly frenzied right then and there. We talked a bit about fixing me. He’s no help, but the Talons (and their scouts) never were clever about these things. I have to look out for him, though. Just in case.
The idiot Fang came by – the really nice one. Innocence? That’s it. It’s hard talking to him when time is passing so much faster for me. It’s easy for me to get impatient. He told me a bit about the caern, but… in his way. This is why relations should not mate with eachother. Let unrelated heroes mate for strong blood lines – more incentive to be heroic, too. I didn’t get much out of him about the caern, except there were black Spiral Dancers at the reclaiming. How are there so many of the fallen tribe? Do they keep wolves that they rape for pups? Must be. So many!
Sometimes the idiots can have good ideas. He suggested maybe if I couldn’t bite my tail off when I had two tails, maybe when I had one tails, if I removed it, I’d be down to zero. This makes sense to me, and I’ll try it when I find someone willing to help rip it off. Innocence seems sad to see me lose a tail. I tried to tell him that too many tails (or heads or legs) is bad, but he didn’t agree.
Time looks like it’s me fast them slow right now. This leads to boring days of laying around. How long have I been like this? I genuinely don’t know.
At first, it as nice to see him. Finally, a friendly face. Earth Whisperer came by, and didn’t recognize me. He found me attractive.
No. No no no no no. No. No. God no. I am Little Silvertip Mauls the Horned Serpent. I am a nukalpiaq. I am a provider and a hunter and the best medicine man in the pure tribes here. I’m not having sex with him. Ever. Ever.
Breathing deeply again. Calm. I’m a master of my rage, not the other way around. He said he changed his mind and didn’t want to… mate with me. That’s good, because I nearly frenzied right then and there. We talked a bit about fixing me. He’s no help, but the Talons (and their scouts) never were clever about these things. I have to look out for him, though. Just in case.
The idiot Fang came by – the really nice one. Innocence? That’s it. It’s hard talking to him when time is passing so much faster for me. It’s easy for me to get impatient. He told me a bit about the caern, but… in his way. This is why relations should not mate with eachother. Let unrelated heroes mate for strong blood lines – more incentive to be heroic, too. I didn’t get much out of him about the caern, except there were black Spiral Dancers at the reclaiming. How are there so many of the fallen tribe? Do they keep wolves that they rape for pups? Must be. So many!
Sometimes the idiots can have good ideas. He suggested maybe if I couldn’t bite my tail off when I had two tails, maybe when I had one tails, if I removed it, I’d be down to zero. This makes sense to me, and I’ll try it when I find someone willing to help rip it off. Innocence seems sad to see me lose a tail. I tried to tell him that too many tails (or heads or legs) is bad, but he didn’t agree.
