05-09-2020, 11:43 PM
It didn't take long, Bloodhound noted, for someone to arrive. A thin feline had come searching for the source of the noise, finding that there was no one in the snare. They turned around on their rock, just in time for the savannah cat's eyes to land upon them, giving them a small smile. Bloodhound tilted their head in greeting, knowing that their smile in return was not easy to see with a mask on.
"I am assuming that most others get... trapped?" For lack of better word. Their accent is thick, something akin to Icelandic.
They dip their head as well, following Vigenere's lead. They meant no harm. The cat speaks further, telling them of Tanglewood. Wanting a reason. Bloodhound ponders for a moment before responding. They're sure that the animals here were about just as aware of the gods as the humans were in their Games.
"I was impressed with your collection of traps. My name is Bloth Hoondr. You may call me Bloodhound, if that is easier to say. I am a hunter, blessed by the gods. I am simply following their will, and it seems to have led me to you." Another tilt of the head. "And what would be your name?" Their voice is kind. Intrigued.
They slowly step off the rock, closer now, to the smaller cat. They take care, not just in sizing them up, but in moving slowly, so that they do not seem to be a threat.
"I am not familiar with this area. I was wondering if Tanglewood would have me. I can hunt. I can fight. I have spent my life, proving myself to the Allfather. I will be happy to do the same here."
They would not waste the Allfather's blessing.
"I am assuming that most others get... trapped?" For lack of better word. Their accent is thick, something akin to Icelandic.
They dip their head as well, following Vigenere's lead. They meant no harm. The cat speaks further, telling them of Tanglewood. Wanting a reason. Bloodhound ponders for a moment before responding. They're sure that the animals here were about just as aware of the gods as the humans were in their Games.
"I was impressed with your collection of traps. My name is Bloth Hoondr. You may call me Bloodhound, if that is easier to say. I am a hunter, blessed by the gods. I am simply following their will, and it seems to have led me to you." Another tilt of the head. "And what would be your name?" Their voice is kind. Intrigued.
They slowly step off the rock, closer now, to the smaller cat. They take care, not just in sizing them up, but in moving slowly, so that they do not seem to be a threat.
"I am not familiar with this area. I was wondering if Tanglewood would have me. I can hunt. I can fight. I have spent my life, proving myself to the Allfather. I will be happy to do the same here."
They would not waste the Allfather's blessing.
THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.