Sex: MaleA quiet hum would adorn the evening air as the imp danced along, hopping over roots and squeezing underneath fallen trees. Gaze swept along the dreary scenery, illuminated by the dying orange rays of the sun and streaked by the shadows of looming trees. This was a nice forest. He liked it. Low hanging branches would drag woody, gnarled fingers across his grimy hide as he trotted, though he would seem not to notice, or simply not to care. The low, haunting hoot of an owl would ring out above his hum, and he would pause the droning to glance up in vain attempt to spot the owl. They sounded so cool! He wished he could make noises like that!
Paws continued to pull the fiend along as he stared skyward, not paying attention to the obstacles before him. One tiny paw would catch on a fallen limb, and he’d stumble forward with a squeak, landing flat on his stomach. "Owwieee," he whined, shaking the paw that had bump roughly against the dead tree limb. It wasn’t that bad though, and nothing was bleeding, so he’d decided he could just walk it off. Right as he was about to stand though, something pale, hidden beneath a blanket of dead leaves, would capture Caesar’s attention. Head cocked curiously, and a paw would reach forward to brush the leaves away.
An excited yip would burst from jaws. A skull! It was a skull! Ever since he’d entered these lands, he’d lost all of his old dolls. A new one was just what he needed. Paws would brush gently at the remaining leave to reveal what remained of the body, holding pitifully to the skull that the lad had first seen. "Oh a new doll! Caesar is so lucky!" a cried happily. Overjoyed stare would look over the bones, mostly deprived of flesh and hide, though still with a few pieces clinging on here and there. Pieces that bugs were still trying to salvage. "Go away! Shoo! This is mine now," he barked at the small insects, waving a foot to disperse them. Careful jaws would then pull the skeleton – possibly a squirrel at some point – from its place nestled in the earth and leaves. It was then set upon the ground, staring up at Caesar with broad, empty eye sockets. "You will be Eduardo Ernesto Antoine Fernando Sancho Pierre Acaryanandana XVII." A smiled broadly.
"Speech."
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