Nikola shook his head, overgrown mane still wet from the rain he'd experienced on his own chunk of land prior to venturing over. As it lay on his neck, sticking to his pelt, he moved forward, approaching the other slowly. He was no gift from any god besides his big headed parents livin' in the swamp back home. And even then what did that make him? Prince of the Gators? No, no, he was King now.
"Non be worrying joo. I am Nikola of da Ridge and King of Atlantis, dis island we share. I am in hopes we can be friends, me?" Thick cajun accent jumbled his words but he was pretty easy to understand. 'Hey, I'm King. Let's be friends.' Simple enough right?
For once his parents voices weren't echoing in his head. Lately it seemed everything he did with his new voice status was patronized and mocked, if only in his mind. Memories of his miserable parents, living fat and happy and soggy in their humid home far far from here.
Aralusian | Grullo (EE aa Dd) | 15 hh | Five | Fuchs
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