Wapun Meadow the needy eat man-mades, they wear phony clothes

he was intrigued by the pale one, titillated by astara's nearness. "hello," merrick answered, hearing the tell-tale creak of an unused voice. 
colorless as his rook held the secrets of the night, to her very eyes.
opposite children who did not use their voice, who did not have a voice.
merrick blinked, grinned, his tail cutting through the air in a silent welcome as this pale ghost scrutinized him as much as he might another.