10-21-2008, 07:51 AM
[html]mall-caps;color:#880000;">do you believe in god written on the bullet
"Vell, that's a good reason," replied Luka, amused by the coyote's answer. He wrinkled his muzzle half in a laugh, and half as though the other truly did emit a foul odor that disgusted his senses."Vhatever works," he added, moving around the counter to rummage further through the junk in the pawn shop. Picking up a silver spoon engraved with intricate patterns his glanced shot back up toward the stranger. "Nope," he concurred, realizing his accent was surely a dead giveaway of his foreign birth, if not his demeanor and attire. Most of the wolves around here seemed to prefer a feral existence, while overseas they seemed more partial to imitating humans. While his accent was not nearly as strong as his father's, there was still a hint of something different in the way he spoke. A ghost or shadow in the way he pronounced certain words.
"I vas born in Europe. My parents vere travelers," he added, including a little bit of information about himself for conversation purposes. From birth he'd moved around a lot, traveling with the gypsy-band his parents had come to be a part of, wandering across Europe and never truly settling save the occasional encampments that never lasted longer than a few weeks. Hand lifted almost as though unsure what the creature was referring to, looking toward the emerald ring he'd only just filched from the glass case behind him. "It is, isn't it?" he said in a pleased manner, smiling lazily at his prize. "Do you vant it?" Luka asked vaguely, slipping it from his finger and holding it out on the palm of his hand. While he may of adored shiny things and admired his find, love of objects didn't possess his soul, and the other being may of wanted the ring more. Besides, he only had ten fingers, and if he filled them all up right away, he couldn't have fun exploring the city in search of more any longer.[/html]
"Vell, that's a good reason," replied Luka, amused by the coyote's answer. He wrinkled his muzzle half in a laugh, and half as though the other truly did emit a foul odor that disgusted his senses."Vhatever works," he added, moving around the counter to rummage further through the junk in the pawn shop. Picking up a silver spoon engraved with intricate patterns his glanced shot back up toward the stranger. "Nope," he concurred, realizing his accent was surely a dead giveaway of his foreign birth, if not his demeanor and attire. Most of the wolves around here seemed to prefer a feral existence, while overseas they seemed more partial to imitating humans. While his accent was not nearly as strong as his father's, there was still a hint of something different in the way he spoke. A ghost or shadow in the way he pronounced certain words.
"I vas born in Europe. My parents vere travelers," he added, including a little bit of information about himself for conversation purposes. From birth he'd moved around a lot, traveling with the gypsy-band his parents had come to be a part of, wandering across Europe and never truly settling save the occasional encampments that never lasted longer than a few weeks. Hand lifted almost as though unsure what the creature was referring to, looking toward the emerald ring he'd only just filched from the glass case behind him. "It is, isn't it?" he said in a pleased manner, smiling lazily at his prize. "Do you vant it?" Luka asked vaguely, slipping it from his finger and holding it out on the palm of his hand. While he may of adored shiny things and admired his find, love of objects didn't possess his soul, and the other being may of wanted the ring more. Besides, he only had ten fingers, and if he filled them all up right away, he couldn't have fun exploring the city in search of more any longer.[/html]