"MY NAME IS A WAR SONG"
Eulalie’s words elicited a response in Ulric that even he hadn’t foreseen coming. Black-tipped ears flicked backwards, but still upright as he furrowed his brow once again as he considered it. Anything is possible…
An image painted itself within his head, plastering itself across his mind’s eye, and he swore he felt his skin prickle as though cold. He remembered a time years ago when he’d been abandoned to the snowy mountaintops of his birthplace, practically left to die without any way of following his family. He remembered the fear that gut-wrenching fear that consumed him after waking that morning to find that everyone was gone and his frantic voice reverberated through the mountains without a response. He remembered the times he didn’t eat, the times when he had fled from the hungry jaws of predators, the times where he had almost just let them capture him.
He remembered. And he had survived.
The world seemed to come back to him all at once, and it took everything he had to resist shaking his head to try and rid it of all those thoughts. Drawing a deep, steady breath in an attempt to reel himself back in and hope that he hadn’t seemed too out of the ordinary, Ulric craned his head back to Eulalie and smiled, nodding his agreement. “Yeah… yeah. Let’s keep going.” Turning away from the river, the Warden now set his sights on the forested area to the north.
Next time, he would see a goddamn pink dolphin.
"Speech"
@Eulalie
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