02-01-2020, 10:27 PM
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STILL THOSE VOICES ARE CALLING FROM FAR AWAY -
♕[abbr=male jaguar, 290lbs, no mate, 3 children, physically extreme, mentally difficult]tags[/abbr]-[abbr=wall walker, invisibility, intangibility,enhanced senses, fire & earth elementals]powers[/abbr]♕
[OOC: ]
Foreign scents hardly ever slipped past Kydobi. He was more often than not very sharp about these things. Usually he would meet strangers as fast as he could, especially when he smelled the scent of his own people intermingled.
It created urgency. But when there was the milky scent of a child? It was most certainly an emergency accompanied with a groan because there was no doubt to just who’s children were straying and meeting strangers.
With speed and agility he would trek through the burned trees from the green capital with loathing. He was happy to see new people showing interest but the amount of food available was always worrying. As well as the intentions and moral compass of these newcomers. He knew of the tales and reputation, such infant attracted the wrong people to the right place for the wrong reasons. These were the people who were everything Kydobi wanted the Pitt to grow from. To be better than.
And this lion? Kydobi did not get a good feeling about him. From Caustic standing over... of course little Mercede to the brutes overall appearance. Lions reminded him of Aurum in a way. Lions had a habit of being prideful... even more than his folk.
The jaguar let a growl rumble deep in his chest, “who is this Caustic?” naturally he wouldn’t be too hostile or defensive. Never has he been the type to close a door without exploring what’s behind it.
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
♕[abbr=male jaguar, 290lbs, no mate, 3 children, physically extreme, mentally difficult]tags[/abbr]-[abbr=wall walker, invisibility, intangibility,enhanced senses, fire & earth elementals]powers[/abbr]♕
[OOC: ]
Foreign scents hardly ever slipped past Kydobi. He was more often than not very sharp about these things. Usually he would meet strangers as fast as he could, especially when he smelled the scent of his own people intermingled.
It created urgency. But when there was the milky scent of a child? It was most certainly an emergency accompanied with a groan because there was no doubt to just who’s children were straying and meeting strangers.
With speed and agility he would trek through the burned trees from the green capital with loathing. He was happy to see new people showing interest but the amount of food available was always worrying. As well as the intentions and moral compass of these newcomers. He knew of the tales and reputation, such infant attracted the wrong people to the right place for the wrong reasons. These were the people who were everything Kydobi wanted the Pitt to grow from. To be better than.
And this lion? Kydobi did not get a good feeling about him. From Caustic standing over... of course little Mercede to the brutes overall appearance. Lions reminded him of Aurum in a way. Lions had a habit of being prideful... even more than his folk.
The jaguar let a growl rumble deep in his chest, “who is this Caustic?” naturally he wouldn’t be too hostile or defensive. Never has he been the type to close a door without exploring what’s behind it.