Duck Lake russian courier

The dark creature lifted his head upwards and began to hack loudly. Eos narrowed her brows only slightly and blinked her eyes at him. She was not entirely certain whether she was concerned for his wellbeing or if she was simply perturbed by the fact that he had survived for such a long time. He did seem to be something of a miracle to the woman.

Eos did not frequently find herself intrigued by males, but this one was interesting. She had been bred to believe that they were an inferior gender, and within the ranks of Ankyra Sound, they seemed to have been structured in a similar fashion. It would not be uncommon for her to speak down to such creatures, whether they had done something wrong or not. In that particular case, the naiad was so stunned by him that she was not certain she could form a proper sentence. The bird was still stuffed in her mouth, and she did not think to drop it in order to speak to him. So, when she did finally attempt to inquire if he was alright, it came out in quite a jumble.

“Whht ahre yuu ding?” she sputtered through the feathers of the bird. Squinting her eyes at her own sentence formation, the female lowered her head and set the pheasant on the ground in front of her paws. “I apologize… what on earth were you doing in that water?” she spoke once more, this time in a strange tone. It was not the manner in which she addressed him, but the look in her sharp eyes that suggested her oddity. Then again, if Nyo knew anything of where she traveled from, he would have turned tail.