Bitterroot Valley ✢ Natural blood-stained blond

he blinks slow, tongue rasping blood from the edge of his maw, and lifts his head only when the man speaks again. his ears twitch, not quite a flinch.

this man... he is not like others he has met.

to his words, the boy does not nod, does not answer, for he doesn’t have to. this man sees it. sees him. right through him! and it brings a filthy, uncomfortable prickle roaming along his grey pelt.

he watches sega with a long stare, then tips his chin, voice low and unpolished:

i... born c'ede' ghatggehi lanzadoii. such a name that rolls from him with scorn. evident by the lash of his tail, the furrow of his brow.

then: i become kuxa̱taqsa. his chest rises with it. like the name makes him bigger. it is his father's name. his mother's name. and he is meant to carry it, regardless of circumstance.

sky eater.