My Words | Your Words | My Thoughts
He was mostly silent as he watched the female Pycon with large bat-like ears. Games that the human children played.. in truth, he'd never played any games with them. Perhaps it was just that he was a little too unsettling. The more he looked, the more obvious a boundary formed between the forms of a Pycon, in the eyes of a human. Some were utterly unlike anything in nature.. for example, the girl stood before him, somewhat human but clearly not, given the tails and the ears. And the smaller creature some way away, that was neither human nor animal, nor anything. More reminiscent of something a human child would mould themselves, from a ball of clay, to play with. The squirrel, on the other hand.. he was a squirrel. He took most of his influence from the nimble, agile creatures that he so adored. He never wanted to forget them. And some humans seemed to find that unsettling - a creature looking so much like a feral squirrel, yet with full sentience.
"I'm a Pycon, just like you, aren't I? Then don't you think I would have at least some danger in my life?" In truth.. he sometimes wished he didn't. Curiosity, raw and primal, was a powerful thing. And it'd driven him to do things that he shouldn't have.. and see things that he shouldn't have. In some ways he was happy, but in other ways, regretful. That was what happened, though. As he stared into Nivel's face, he could only wonder what she'd seen so far.. and what she'd see in the future. Whether she'd be happy for the experience or whether it'd make her a new person entirely.. perhaps, something she didn't want to be. "What things have you seen so far, Nivel. Have you travelled through the wild lands and hunted down large creatures? Ventured into the depths of an unknown cave?"
He was about to get a bit of dialogue running when he heard yet more yelling, and talking off in the brief distance. Eventually, he relented. Following Nivel, although not in the exact same path.. he turned and hopped straight down from the bar counter, to the floor. Usually such a thing would distort his clay a bit, so he stretched the impact by immediately tucking his tail against his hind-paws and rolling over one shoulder so that by the time he'd come to a rest, there was no trace of distortion on his limbs. Lovely. Then, just a swift hop up to the lower lip of the table.. from where he hoisted himself up with both arms only, and easily rolled forwards a second time to rise on his feet. Strange.. seemed Nivel had a little bit more trouble climbing and moving around. She didn't look that small, yet a simple chair took effort. Huh.
"Oh, greetings, humans." He didn't smile - apparently some found that unsettling. "And.. Ball." He stumbled for a few moments as he wondered what to call the smaller Pycon, before Nivel filled in the gaps anyway.
