OOC raoth's profile http://www.soulsrpg.com/ipb/index.php?sh...=3673
Reaching over Amy smacked Raoth on the head. Mind your manners. The coyote glared at him, but obediently stepped over to Aro's side, eying his new master warily. At least he was finally free from that demon. No matter how many times he'd tried to kill her it hadn't worked. Amy wasn't too sure how long it would take for Raoth to bind to his new master. Perhaps a mere week, perhaps a month. If something drastic happened the binding would be instantaneous, but she wasn't counting on that.
Amy laughed at the question. No. He lost his tongue when he proved incapable of learning silence. The coyote opened his mouth to demonstrate, the large muscle missing from his mouth. Raoth closed it, knowing that it made Aro uncomfortable with his silence, and enjoying it. Raoth could communicate with gestures and the like, and Dhiate and Amy were both fluent in what he said, but Aro would be on his own to learn to understand the damaged youth.
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