Ickle Meatships!

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Hopefully no one sues me for semi-stealing the SLEEP meme format but!



ICKLE!

Think about or think back on the childhood days/younger days of your character (or your character now if they already are kids). There's a huge playroom with a mountain of toys....

Have fun, Kids! And no fightings!

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[not_the_philistine]

The young gargoyle carefully scritches the crown of the small creature's head with his talons. Fortunately, they are not razor-sharp. Years of digging in for purchase on solid stone have taken care of that.

"You will come with me to my castle after this." Clearly, a gargoyles' castle is exactly where a little friend like this needs to be. "You can stay there, and I will protect you, and you may play in peace." He pauses before adding, "My castle is only pillows, but our leader says -" here he pauses for emphasis - "'A gargoyle can no more stop protecting the castle than breathing the air,' and so I have made one, and I protect it."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::The skritching earns several things. First, purring. Then nuzzling and maybe a bit of a lick. Upon hearing the word 'protect', the oddity nods, snuffles and offers a tiny smile::

Peck. Peck.

::Every time he butchers the word, one hand/paw moves up to kind of almost-poke at the not-quite-mini-Goliath. He's tryin' to say he'll help protect...Tryin'::

[not_the_philistine]

Goliath considers the Renne.

"Even the smallest gargoyle learns to become a great warrior. It is our Way. Perhaps when I find my clan again, they will adopt you and teach you the Gargoyle Way."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::Excuse him while he gasps in utter wonder. Yep, complete with the twitching ears and the big eyes::

Ooooo!

[not_the_philistine]

He murmurs his assent, scenting the air for his little friend's tormentor.

"Where is your clan? Missing, like mine?"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee.. Ink.

::There's really no nice way to answer that. Missing? Ah, no... He just shakes his head. But, a few minutes later, the oddity seems to have a thought. Just...articulation::

Eee! Bee. Iff.

::Don't kill him for butchering you name, please?::

[not_the_philistine]

At this present stage in Goliath's development, actually, he does not have a name, so he really can't get very uppity about anyone saying it wrong.

"Bee is your clan." A pause, as he thinks - "Oh. Your kind take names. Gargoyles do not, so I do not have one, but you may tell me yours if you wish."

Said with pride, because the Gargoyle Way is so simple. When there are no names, everybody is 'friend.'

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::No names... The concept terrifies him and it shows in his steadily-paling face. And the expression of abject terror in his useless eyes. Nononono...Names...mean existence. Or so he was taught.
Chittering, the beastie clings as if to reassure that the Gargoyle does indeed exist.::

Eee?! Ow-noh? Ow-noh-ame?

::He must absolutely, must understand this. How does one live without a Name? How does one identify when one is signaled?::

[not_the_philistine]

The gargoyle gives his new friend a funny look. "No. No names. But humans have them. Neither way is so bad."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Ow? Ow...Say?

::A chitter of frustration then. Even at this stage, he knows his English sucks::

[not_the_philistine]

"How say? How say what?"

The gargoyle thinks carefully. His new friend's Scottish Gaelic English is iffy, but he understands plenty.

"We know who we are," he says, having determined that this is a question of identification. "I know who I am. We do not need names for that."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eeee....Ow...Ow.

::Oh, what's that word...? Head-scratch. Ear-twitch. He kind of squirms a bit, as if trying to sniff closer to face-level::

Caw?

[not_the_philistine]

"Caw?"

He thinks about this.

"Call - well -"

Well they usually look at each other, and say "you." Eye contact and body language are very important in gargoyle socialization, but these would not work for Renne . . .

"We look at each other and listen." He watches his new friend closely to see how this information strikes him.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::"look". The word is utterly and completely foreign to him. Confused, the beastie's head gives a bit of a tilt and his ears a forward flop-perk. And the big, useless eyes kind of double-blink::

Ooook?

[not_the_philistine]

"Yes. With our eyes."

. . . the little gargoyle might be questioning the perfection of his clan's system.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Aiyeee?

::Colour him confused. Literally. He's got the remnants of his plushie held tight and he's...he feels kind of safe, burrowed right now. But his head upturns and his face displays an utterly confused expression.::