08-05-2008, 04:34 PM
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His heart, he pondered for a moment, dragging one clawed finger over the floor, making small shapes just in front of him. What did his heart tell him? Had he ever considered that before now? He tried to listen for it and, fortunately for him, the laughter faded away just long enough for him to do so. What was the sound of a heart? To Conri, it was a whisper, words that were just repeated over and over. He stopped finally, bringing his eyes back to the larger male. A slow grin spread upon his features, stretching out across his face, and he spoke. "String her by her guts from a tree." That was what his heart told him. |