Snippet #795999

When the knife struck near her she froze and stared at it. If it had been any closer it could have killed her easily. she was scarred and for a second considered trying to run, but fear had frozen her in place. She could hear him speaking but she didn't understand him very well. she though she heard a name in there. but most of it was gibberish to her. she looked at the man. He was gruff but not as old she originally thought. He had an overpowering stench of metal and a some other smell that she couldn't put a name too. She had smelled this before and it meant that this man was dangerous. He could hurt her, but his eyes were full of kindness. She sat down cross legged and tried to form her tongue to match his own. She struggled with it. "I..... sp.....speak...no......." As he wasn't chasing her off she decided she could eat so she grabbed another hand full of beef jerky and ate it as fast as she could.... he didn't seem angry "t....tanks" She couldn't form the H sound with her tongue and the K was very sharp. She whimpered at herself for not being able to speak. She had tried so hard to learn what little she knew. she looked down at her feet and as the melancholy mood hit her.