08-28-2018, 03:22 PM
[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]A child's silent inquiry was something he felt was difficult to ignore, and his unnaturally heterochromatic gaze fell upon the young kitten that tapped upon the book without a word towards the wolf. He could identify the young feline as Harland, a kitten that seemed to hang around Moonmade more than anyone and anything else in the Observatory. He found it cute, the clingy nature of a child, though it wasn't intentional. Perhaps he saw the lion as a fatherly figure.
Maybe he was curious about the contents of this book, the phrases Zjarr chose to deliver to others, many of which were simply mumbo-jumbo bullshit in the demon's eyes. But he was still doing the job. "Star signs, kiddo," the observer remarked to the kitten, offering him a soft yet warm smile. "Y'got a birthday, y'got a star sign. There's...a bunch of facts related to that star sign, stuff about, like, personality and traits." Once again, he didn't believe in much of that astrological crap, but this was perhaps the best explanation he could offer to Harland at the time.
Now, the fellow that arrived next was someone the wolf was unsure of whatsoever. He had never seen the other observer before, yet would still heed his request and flip through the book before him until he landed upon Aries. "Okay, fella, it says here you're a doer; dead set on shit, goin' all out for it, 'n' you've got the energy to spare for it. I'm...not sure if it applies to you or not, honestly, since I haven't seen ya around. Really, though," the wolf added, "I don't believe we've met. I'm Zjarr. And you are?"
Maybe he was curious about the contents of this book, the phrases Zjarr chose to deliver to others, many of which were simply mumbo-jumbo bullshit in the demon's eyes. But he was still doing the job. "Star signs, kiddo," the observer remarked to the kitten, offering him a soft yet warm smile. "Y'got a birthday, y'got a star sign. There's...a bunch of facts related to that star sign, stuff about, like, personality and traits." Once again, he didn't believe in much of that astrological crap, but this was perhaps the best explanation he could offer to Harland at the time.
Now, the fellow that arrived next was someone the wolf was unsure of whatsoever. He had never seen the other observer before, yet would still heed his request and flip through the book before him until he landed upon Aries. "Okay, fella, it says here you're a doer; dead set on shit, goin' all out for it, 'n' you've got the energy to spare for it. I'm...not sure if it applies to you or not, honestly, since I haven't seen ya around. Really, though," the wolf added, "I don't believe we've met. I'm Zjarr. And you are?"
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]how'd it get so scandalous?[/glow] — ☼