i had seen the submarine.

Kierkegaard · October 30, 2014, 08:15 PM

“No,” came his grumbling voice once more, and his response was somewhat sudden to her explanation. However, the brute did not feel as though this was an accurate answer to his inquiry. Kierkegaard was not a foolish creature. He was, however, something of a basic one. The smoke-colored ghost’s intelligence did not stem from the heartbeat of the earth or even the movements in the stars. The Sairensu was a survivalist. He could teach others how to survive on their own in harsh environments with very little prey for miles if that is what was called from him. He was skilled in the arts of escape, and when his legs were healthy and built to their former glory, he could hunt in even the worst of environments. Kierkegaard was not dumb; his intelligence did not fall into her category. It did, however, make their interaction far more interesting.
Taking a single step forward, the large male gestured with his muzzle towards the trunk of the tree where she had rested her head prior. A heavy frown laced across his dark lips and he found himself both bothered and intrigued by her words. “Trees do not have hearts,” his words were simple, even obtuse, but his own rational mind told him this was true. He had seen fallen trees in the depths of the woods. The ghost had seen the hearts from fallen prey, as well. The two did not coincide.