06-22-2009, 01:46 PM
The voice washed over Baskerville so violently that he shivered where he sat, tail curling around his paws. It did not seem to affect his companions the way it did him. Was this a divine voice? It was no mere angel's bantering, no, was this a god's voice? "I'd scratch on the door before entering, but your domain lacks one." The spectre's raspy voice rattled eerily. He pressed a paw onto the floor, testing if it truly was solid or some sort of divine substance. It felt solid, so he left it at that.
Baskerville raised his nose in the air and took a whiff of the beverages, wagging his tail, he trotted forward, toward the beautiful pearly throne, stopping in front of the party table. "That's very hospitable of you, our faceless host. But I am not allowed at any table. Might I have a dish to drink and eat from on the floor? Though I need no nourishment or hydration, it does a soul wonders to be fed and watered." He said humbly.
Baskerville raised his nose in the air and took a whiff of the beverages, wagging his tail, he trotted forward, toward the beautiful pearly throne, stopping in front of the party table. "That's very hospitable of you, our faceless host. But I am not allowed at any table. Might I have a dish to drink and eat from on the floor? Though I need no nourishment or hydration, it does a soul wonders to be fed and watered." He said humbly.
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