What the Gurth say!?

[Jeax]

What noise does a Gurth make, I wonder.

Aurochs goes moo,
oxen goes mrrr,
inix goes errrrr
erdlu clucks,

what does the Gurth say!?

[Sephiroto]

What the gurth says.

[BleakOne]

From the few times I've seen a gurth do something IC, it is usually described as honking, but no, not like a clown's nose.

[Dances_with_toks]

They bellow?

[The7DeadlyVenomz]

Gurth are, in short, turtles. And the only sound I've ever heard a turtle make is a growling hiss. I've also heard that they make other sorts of guttral breathing sounds. With a bahamet, I would assume this equates to a hissing roar, but with gurth, I'd simply see it as perhaps a Darth Vader like sound.

[bcw81]

Gurth are, in short, turtles. And the only sound I've ever heard a turtle make is a growling hiss. I've also heard that they make other sorts of guttral breathing sounds. With a bahamet, I would assume this equates to a hissing roar, but with gurth, I'd simply see it as perhaps a Darth Vader like sound.

No, gurth bellow. It says so when they pull into their shells.

[The7DeadlyVenomz]

Oh, huh. You're right. It's been rl years since I played anywhere near a gurth. I forgot.

[Rathustra]

I've animated gurth as going 'yawp' in the past. You probably take anything I do with a grain of salt though.

[HavokBlue]

and if you meet
a hooded gith
will you identify
with sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff


its 4 am what am i doing kill me now

[Large Hero]

I've animated gurth as going 'yawp' in the past. You probably take anything I do with a grain of salt though.

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains
   of my gab and my loitering.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds,
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.


Dang, gurths are deep.

Over the roofs of the world, the squat, pot-bellied gurth sounds, in barbaric sirihish:
    "YAWP!"

Also:

If you haven't read him yet, Walt Whitman, my star, my perfect silence (Breaking Bad reference - I'm not this weird) is so good if you give him a chance. Read Leaves of Grass.

[James de Monet]

I'm pretty sure mostly they just go *squish* and slide out of their shells. Probably some *crunch* as well.