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06-11-2017, 02:48 PM
He doesn't like the sea, or the sand, but then again, Zhu doesn't particularly like anything. It must have been for humor that he was born to a mare so heavily in tune with the desert, especially with his rage towards sand.
Going inland is what his mind is set on. Hiding the right place to merge into the growth is the difficult part. There's been nearly hours of him walking up and down the treeline looking for the right spot, making small steps in the direction of any opening only notice that it won't fit his size.
It all ends in a snort, a shake of the head and a stomp of a hoof, rage brewing in him as the steps spent moving backwards, away from the growth, rise in count.
He's honestly about to say fuck this, and turn back, brave the cooling sea water and try and break his way back into the Throat in hopes that his mother will be the one who finds him at his arrival. It's not like he'll care that he invaded their home. As far as his eyes can see, the Throat belongs to him almost as much as he belongs to it, and that isn't very much.
That at least leaves him some rights, though.
He's looking for the right place to go from when he finds the child, standing out against the paleness of the sand like a dark smudge, a pile of shit left behind for someone, like himself, to have to look at. He nearly does take it as an overgrown pile of dung for a while there, catching only her dingy smudge-like appearance from afar, before the need to know comes across him so strong that his tongue clicks! against the roof of his mouth and brings back the rough outline of a small, very, very small, winged child, standing alone on the shoreline.
No emotion stirs at the fact that she's alone. Zhu is not one to typically care for anyone, and not even a child will win the better of him.
"Hülye, hogy egyedül marad a tengerparton." Whether or not she understands him is her problem. Common Loorien has long since struggled to rest easy on his tongue, and at the temptation to try it out, he feels himself shun it into the darkness.
If anything, the presence of a nuisance language that she can't understand might run her off, and he can take her place on the beach. The thought cocks a rough smirk on the side of his face that's his own inside joke. What makes it so pleasurable is that he doesn't intend to hold it very long if he does manage to run her off, and if anything, will use it as a place for him to swim off into the ocean, towards that mark on the horizon that is undoubtedly the Dragon's Throat. He hasn't forgotten.
"A mélységben szörnyek fognak enni." A chuckle rolls off his lips, adding to the fact that it is a tease on her behalf. Are children scared of the monsters in the sea? Had he? Hobgoblin had always come off as one, the way his mother seemed to fear him back then but still kept him closer than she kept her own children.
OOC: sobbing because this is kinda crappy but he'll warm up. First posts seem to be the issue with him.
Translations
Hülye, hogy egyedül marad a tengerparton. It is stupid to be alone on the beach.
A mélységben szörnyek fognak enni. Monsters from the depths might come to eat you.
