05-27-2008, 05:36 PM
Taliesin leaped at the tail playfully but intentionally made no reply to her question. Taliesin liked not telling, it made him feel important to know things that others didn't, he could tell them at any time, but until then he held the power! The boy bit at the tail as though it were any other prey item, though he had never quite seen what prey looked like. He imagined it looked rather odd, it certainly looked bad being spit up to eat, though he was sure that it didn't come from his mum's tummy. If it did, why did she have to go looking for it?
Maybe it was fluffy like his mother's tail, or maybe not, he really had no idea. Taliesin was suddenly struck with a great desire to actually see prey. Thinking hard he finally came to the word that meant seeing prey, so he asked in a manner that seemed rather random: "hunt?" He wasn't entirely sure what a hunt was, per say, but he knew it meant prey.
Maybe it was fluffy like his mother's tail, or maybe not, he really had no idea. Taliesin was suddenly struck with a great desire to actually see prey. Thinking hard he finally came to the word that meant seeing prey, so he asked in a manner that seemed rather random: "hunt?" He wasn't entirely sure what a hunt was, per say, but he knew it meant prey.