keep shooting at the devil.

Izaak · 11-01-2010, 02:24 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Sie; Thanks, I mostly think that he is just dumb; 514 words

Actually Izaak had no skills at all. He couldn't hunt or fish or even scavenge. He only ate what was brought to him to eat. He didn't have any idea that the animals that he saw running around were the ones that went into his belly. He had never bothered to ask where his food came from but just ate whatever it was that he was given. He didn't know the animals that he ate since they tended to be skinned and sometimes even cooked. Because of that he could never relate them to the animals that were alive. Of course that was pitiful for someone his age, for someone going on one year. But it wasn't like anyone ever had any time to teach him either.

"Izaak." He gave his name when it was asked for, though it came out in a distracted manner as he had decided to lick the fish since it was supposed to be good to eat. He wrinkled up his nose at the feel of scales against his tongue. They felt weird and that was about all that he could surmise. He was too focused on the feel to even worry about how it had tasted. The fingers of his other hand had lifted to be placed on his tongue as the weird feeling lingered, ending up dropping the fish to the ground. It should be plainly obvious that he had no experience with fresh caught fish either. But then there was very little that he did know.

"Wha fishing?" He asked, looking right back at the older female. He picked the fish that he had licked and tried to give it to Blitzen. But he was back looking at Kaena when she snorted and corrected him. "Bus you says no bad to eats." And so he assumed that his pet could have it as well. But that just went to show how much that he actually knew. Since Blitzen couldn't have it he tried to hand it back to the female leader once again.

He tilted his head to stare at the other for a moment or two before he ended up speaking up once again. "Sissy very pretties." Not that it was unusual at all for him to pass out compliments. Actually he almost made a habit of it. But then again he was quite easy to please and found most things to be eye appealing. And well, since he thought of her as family so of course she had to be pretty. "Mutter says I's uglies but yous pretties." He spoke up softly and he continued to stare. Without even considering personal space, not that there was such a thing as personal space when he was growing up, he reached up a hand to try to touch the scarring on her face. "Wha happens? Bruder has toos." Or was it just scarring that he was attracted to? After all he thought his brother to be most beautiful and his brother was the one to have the most scarring and imperfections out of the entire litter.

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