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07-21-2016, 09:41 AM
He is being toyed with. It's the only explanation he can think of to the gentle, coaxing words. The accent is rough and yet hearing the plain's tongue, as always, starts a little song in his heart. It is a musical tongue, even spoken broken by one to whom it is not native. For a moment his ears twitch as if to rise, to catch more of those words. Then they settle back against his skull, for the fear has not left him. It does not ebb in response to the gentle words, only spikes, mingling with some remnants of half-hearted anger.
It is hard for Imani to be angry though, at least at others. He is not a creature of rage by nature. His mind buzzes with a sort of queer white noise and it takes him too long to grasp the full meaning of the spoken words and the question. His body finally breaks free of paralysis and he turns. He scrambles back a couple of steps, turning at the same time so he is face to face with the monster. Small, striped hooves dig into the forest ground, ready to flee or fight, though he does not know which. He does not know if he will be so lucky to avoid a korofi hunter by fleeing as he has done in the past. However he is more certain that he cannot survive a fight here.
He does not expect anyone would aid him.
Imani's mouth is dry. It takes him two tries to find the words to reply, and they still feel choked in his mouth. His voice is tight with panic not truly controlled. It is not his fear that has been brought to heel, it is the fact that he has been brought to bay which forces a response from him.
"Muuaji." His teeth snap together on the heels of the word, spat like a curse and yet high with terror. "Kuniua au kuondoka peke yangu."
It is a show of bravado and he knows it right down to his hooves. His head hangs low, hide soaked in sweat, mane plastered to his neck. The bones rattle with the tremors of his body, a soft, persistent click. He does not have to ask what the Korofi wants- he knows. What else does a monster ever want?
@Graasvoel
Translation:
muuaji = killer
kuniua au kuondoka peke yangu = kill me or leave me alone
It is hard for Imani to be angry though, at least at others. He is not a creature of rage by nature. His mind buzzes with a sort of queer white noise and it takes him too long to grasp the full meaning of the spoken words and the question. His body finally breaks free of paralysis and he turns. He scrambles back a couple of steps, turning at the same time so he is face to face with the monster. Small, striped hooves dig into the forest ground, ready to flee or fight, though he does not know which. He does not know if he will be so lucky to avoid a korofi hunter by fleeing as he has done in the past. However he is more certain that he cannot survive a fight here.
He does not expect anyone would aid him.
Imani's mouth is dry. It takes him two tries to find the words to reply, and they still feel choked in his mouth. His voice is tight with panic not truly controlled. It is not his fear that has been brought to heel, it is the fact that he has been brought to bay which forces a response from him.
"Muuaji." His teeth snap together on the heels of the word, spat like a curse and yet high with terror. "Kuniua au kuondoka peke yangu."
It is a show of bravado and he knows it right down to his hooves. His head hangs low, hide soaked in sweat, mane plastered to his neck. The bones rattle with the tremors of his body, a soft, persistent click. He does not have to ask what the Korofi wants- he knows. What else does a monster ever want?
@Graasvoel
Translation:
muuaji = killer
kuniua au kuondoka peke yangu = kill me or leave me alone
Imani
