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01-16-2013, 12:06 AM
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LYNX The small white form that came bounding toward the sandy unicorn might have startled him, if not for the cheerful cry of 'Kitty!' The familiar name reassures him that it is Mystique who approaches, rather than some beast intent on doing him harm. Though, he thinks with a slight frown, she shouldn't be wandering around by herself. It is difficult to be cross with her, as she nuzzles against him, and rather than scold, he lowers his head to affectionately nip at her mane. After all, the meadow isn't very far from the Throat, and he shouldn't condemn her travels when he himself had frequently ventured from the desert herdland. Unable to communicate verbally, he turns to a newly discovered skill, quietly humming to express how pleased he is to see the filly. An odd method, but he finds it to be fairly effective, and so he uses it. Anything he can do to get emotions and meaning across. If nothing else, it is easier than drawing, for the snow he had used as a canvas was all melted away now, and sketching out pictures in the soft dirt is more difficult than one would think. His mind drifts slightly as he ponders what else he could use to communicate with others. Body language, of course, drawings, humming. Cera had once suggested asking the gods for help, perhaps they could grant him with some sort of telepathy. He doesn't dare to hope for the actual ability to speak, contenting himself with thoughts of other ways. Yes, a vague telepathy would work nicely, even if it only sent impressions of feelings rather than words.  |
