04-19-2016, 04:18 AM
AND ABANDON, THAT GREETS YOU IN THE NIGHT WITH SNAKE EYES, THE MOST PRECIOUS KIND.
She’s a bit smarter than the average bear, isn’t she? Wyrm doesn’t waste time shifting back to his original form, popping up like some green stalk of life in the great expanse of nothingness around him. “Easily enough.” He replies like the petulant little bugger he’s always been. A shake of his midsection and the dirt that still clung to his belly shook free, drifting in the scorching breeze that smothered them now. “Name’s Wyrm.” He states, looking over her speckled body before his interest runs out. The heat is unbearable once more, his own build not accustomed to the climate so he bleeds dry of color until he’s a pale grey. ‘God’s how could anyone stand it here …” He ponders, watching as the earth itself vibrated with the intensity of the sun.
His eyes flicker back to her, ears perking atop his head as he remembers the reason for his visit. “I couldn’t help but overhear some talk about this place in my travels.” He begins, “Something about this being the resting place for the bones of the ‘ancient ones’?” He queries, head tilting slightly with the intensity of his interest. He hoped he hadn’t made the trip here for nothing - that would be incredibly unfortunate and without a doubt would sour his already irritable mood. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about them, would you?” He asks, stepping forward without concern for personal space.
He could always leave her here; turn his body and shoot across the desert in search for them himself. In essence, she was useless and would more than likely slow him down. But there’s something different about her, about the way she’d been so easily able to find him here in the middle of nowhere. Curious. She could be of use yet. “If you do know, I’d very much like to see them.” He finishes, a frown tugging at the corner of his lips. Not a request, a demand.
His eyes flicker back to her, ears perking atop his head as he remembers the reason for his visit. “I couldn’t help but overhear some talk about this place in my travels.” He begins, “Something about this being the resting place for the bones of the ‘ancient ones’?” He queries, head tilting slightly with the intensity of his interest. He hoped he hadn’t made the trip here for nothing - that would be incredibly unfortunate and without a doubt would sour his already irritable mood. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about them, would you?” He asks, stepping forward without concern for personal space.
He could always leave her here; turn his body and shoot across the desert in search for them himself. In essence, she was useless and would more than likely slow him down. But there’s something different about her, about the way she’d been so easily able to find him here in the middle of nowhere. Curious. She could be of use yet. “If you do know, I’d very much like to see them.” He finishes, a frown tugging at the corner of his lips. Not a request, a demand.
ooc: sorry the wait was forever!!