Not quite like the souls of either living or dead, but something far more foreign. It doesn't turn him off from the approaching company, however, and he welcomes it with open...
Er. Whatever he had for arms now.
"It's okay. I don't bite." The voice is not physical, or vocal. It is simply a feeling, translated into cohesive words she could understand. "Don't think I could if I wanted to."
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Not quite like the souls of either living or dead, but something far more foreign. It doesn't turn him off from the approaching company, however, and he welcomes it with open...
Er. Whatever he had for arms now.
"It's okay. I don't bite." The voice is not physical, or vocal. It is simply a feeling, translated into cohesive words she could understand. "Don't think I could if I wanted to."