Emu
Disgruntled Flightless Bird
"I'm from the Arid Plains to the east. My tribe used to live there...the Whitemanes. I'm the last surviving member of my tribe." Lecoro paused to gulp down some of the salted fish. Craggard silently chewed on a piece of dried fruit, processing what Lecoro had told him. His expression remained neutral, but he felt an intense curiousity pricking his mind. What could take down something as huge as Lecoro? The though chilled him to the bone, and he decided not to dwell on it.
" ... Jeez, that's pretty bad. But, hey! You made it out alright, yeah?" Craggard finally said in an optimistic tone. Despite his insensitive comment, he did feel a bit of sympathy for Lecoro. His entire tribe- slaughtered. Craggard was self-centered, but he wasn't a monster. Even he could understand the weight of such an event. He awkwardly slapped Lecoro on the back, surprising himself when his hearty slap didn't so much as budge Lecoro.
"And that's why I'm here now, otherwise, I think I'd still be east...I like it there better...but I can't go back." Craggard ogled at Lecoro, who was preoccupied with a villager. She offered him a canteen of water, and he accepted, downing at least half the battle. He passed it to Craggard, who accepted happily. He drank some water before continuing to eat. Just as he was stuffing his face, Lecoro spoke up after sitting down next to him.
"I don't usually ask others about where they came from. None of my business, and frankly I don't usually care..but you intrigue me, Craggard. So, Where are you from?" Lecoro said, resting a paw on his cheek.
Craggard bounced from his seat onto his feet.
" I should intrigue you, kitty-cat! I'm a creature of mysterious origin..." Craggard said with his mouth full of food. He sighed. No, his tale was a lot more boring.
" Ehh, well. I mostly grew up in Egerion. It's a real big city up North. They don't let mutts hang around where I was born. Gotta keep the llugat bloodline pure, all that junk." Craggard said lightheartedly. He grinned for the upteenth time.
" Man, you oughta' meet my folks in Egerion! They can't stand me!"
@Ghost Hunter
" ... Jeez, that's pretty bad. But, hey! You made it out alright, yeah?" Craggard finally said in an optimistic tone. Despite his insensitive comment, he did feel a bit of sympathy for Lecoro. His entire tribe- slaughtered. Craggard was self-centered, but he wasn't a monster. Even he could understand the weight of such an event. He awkwardly slapped Lecoro on the back, surprising himself when his hearty slap didn't so much as budge Lecoro.
"And that's why I'm here now, otherwise, I think I'd still be east...I like it there better...but I can't go back." Craggard ogled at Lecoro, who was preoccupied with a villager. She offered him a canteen of water, and he accepted, downing at least half the battle. He passed it to Craggard, who accepted happily. He drank some water before continuing to eat. Just as he was stuffing his face, Lecoro spoke up after sitting down next to him.
"I don't usually ask others about where they came from. None of my business, and frankly I don't usually care..but you intrigue me, Craggard. So, Where are you from?" Lecoro said, resting a paw on his cheek.
Craggard bounced from his seat onto his feet.
" I should intrigue you, kitty-cat! I'm a creature of mysterious origin..." Craggard said with his mouth full of food. He sighed. No, his tale was a lot more boring.
" Ehh, well. I mostly grew up in Egerion. It's a real big city up North. They don't let mutts hang around where I was born. Gotta keep the llugat bloodline pure, all that junk." Craggard said lightheartedly. He grinned for the upteenth time.
" Man, you oughta' meet my folks in Egerion! They can't stand me!"
@Ghost Hunter