Satisfied with Bitzer's response and truly tickled by Noven's taunts of the stoic Keene, Pulren found himself laughing out loud a bit. It was all very surreal, the gibbats as odd as they were and the bouncing fun action between the creatures and Scars, as well as Keene. It was all so very strange that laughing was just about the only response that Pulren had to the entire situation.
He had been living in a closet, basically, running around on an island inhabited by his least favorite race of creature, the Nuit. Horrors and mind bending plant life were everywhere, so why not four eyed bouncing canines? Everything made sense and nothing would ever be taboo. Sunberth would seem even more drab when they returned to it, so he could give Sahova that much credit, anyway. Bringing his attention back to the quarry, he noticed that the one he thought he had some kind of bond now was merely staring at the wall above him. Maybe. Who the petch could tell with those eyes? Standing and brushing himself off, he just cocked his head and looked at them.
Closing his door behind with a stern thud and click, he looked at the others. "I'm certainly not letting one gt in my closet and shyke in it. Revolting. Nuits don't really need water and I'm not wasting the spare to wash their droppings off." Now he would be the jumping predator, as he quickly sprang with one foot to the other wall, making a loud yelp as he did so. It sent the pack into a hopping frenzy and he laughed hysterically. "Gods, how did I get into such a place in life?" He could only cackle and hop, joining in the frolic and madness of the event, giving into it. Why not? that seemed to be the very essence of what to do in Sahova.
He had been living in a closet, basically, running around on an island inhabited by his least favorite race of creature, the Nuit. Horrors and mind bending plant life were everywhere, so why not four eyed bouncing canines? Everything made sense and nothing would ever be taboo. Sunberth would seem even more drab when they returned to it, so he could give Sahova that much credit, anyway. Bringing his attention back to the quarry, he noticed that the one he thought he had some kind of bond now was merely staring at the wall above him. Maybe. Who the petch could tell with those eyes? Standing and brushing himself off, he just cocked his head and looked at them.
Closing his door behind with a stern thud and click, he looked at the others. "I'm certainly not letting one gt in my closet and shyke in it. Revolting. Nuits don't really need water and I'm not wasting the spare to wash their droppings off." Now he would be the jumping predator, as he quickly sprang with one foot to the other wall, making a loud yelp as he did so. It sent the pack into a hopping frenzy and he laughed hysterically. "Gods, how did I get into such a place in life?" He could only cackle and hop, joining in the frolic and madness of the event, giving into it. Why not? that seemed to be the very essence of what to do in Sahova.