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- Joined
- Dec 25, 2012
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- 'Murica
RE: Monster Island (Hapto x 49_place_holder) gender-transformation monster-girl story
He let out a sigh of relief. This was communication, inefficient, but better than nothing. Emen kept his smile up, though almost flinched when Elid pointed that hammer back toward him.
She looked like something that might have walked out of the old Classical era. The fact she seemed to be a living breathing cyclops only reinforced this image into Emen's head. The pink blotches along the white skin tone she had caught his eye. He was wondering what those might be when his new acquaintance spoke up. More useless jargon for him. Before he could respond, Elid opened her mouth again, and spoke in a completely different accent.
Each sounded more unique than the last, but also more confusing. Dialects and languages that were completely alien to him. He was impressed she could speak in so many different tongues, but it all meant nothing if he couldn't understand any of this. His eyes were drifting to the ground when something he heard rang a bell. Emen looked back up, holding up a finger to try and signify silence. "What was that? Did you say." He played the words back in his head, searching for anything that matched among what she just said.
"English? Did you just say 'You speak English?'"
He let out a sigh of relief. This was communication, inefficient, but better than nothing. Emen kept his smile up, though almost flinched when Elid pointed that hammer back toward him.
She looked like something that might have walked out of the old Classical era. The fact she seemed to be a living breathing cyclops only reinforced this image into Emen's head. The pink blotches along the white skin tone she had caught his eye. He was wondering what those might be when his new acquaintance spoke up. More useless jargon for him. Before he could respond, Elid opened her mouth again, and spoke in a completely different accent.
Each sounded more unique than the last, but also more confusing. Dialects and languages that were completely alien to him. He was impressed she could speak in so many different tongues, but it all meant nothing if he couldn't understand any of this. His eyes were drifting to the ground when something he heard rang a bell. Emen looked back up, holding up a finger to try and signify silence. "What was that? Did you say." He played the words back in his head, searching for anything that matched among what she just said.
"English? Did you just say 'You speak English?'"