09-03-2020, 12:53 AM
(Edited 09-03-2020, 01:17 AM by westley h..)
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Westley smiles, bemused if nothing else. The leopard had hardly expected residents on a battered island, but it inspires more intrigue. He reaches a gentle paw forward, to place ahead of his more hot-headed companion, seemingly dismissive of the sound of threats. He had heard it all before and didn't particularly want to see Summer waste her time on such.
Towards the dragoness, the feline bows his head politely. "That is what they call me," he offered cheekily. "Westley Hawkins. And I believe we're both fine, but thank you for offering. It is very kind of you."
Between the dragon and savannah, Westley found the island a curious place. It felt lacking in unity, if it were home to a group like the others he knew of. A curious matter, leaving the leopard to raise his eyebrows at the more aggressive tom. Where we came from? A rather dull demand. Nomads as they were, the feline failed to prevent a chuckle. Did either of them even have something to return to? Neither of their families waited for them in the places they 'came from'.
"Would that be the ocean then?" He inquired, whiskers twitching. "'fraid we don't have a place we 'come from'."
Following that trail of thought, the traveler let his eyes wander the island. Perhaps a storm came through here. "Looks to me like you could use some extra paws, but if that's how you feel... 'Course it doesn't seem to me that you speak for the people here."
[align=right]**Ikigai. (n.)
Westley smiles, bemused if nothing else. The leopard had hardly expected residents on a battered island, but it inspires more intrigue. He reaches a gentle paw forward, to place ahead of his more hot-headed companion, seemingly dismissive of the sound of threats. He had heard it all before and didn't particularly want to see Summer waste her time on such.
Towards the dragoness, the feline bows his head politely. "That is what they call me," he offered cheekily. "Westley Hawkins. And I believe we're both fine, but thank you for offering. It is very kind of you."
Between the dragon and savannah, Westley found the island a curious place. It felt lacking in unity, if it were home to a group like the others he knew of. A curious matter, leaving the leopard to raise his eyebrows at the more aggressive tom. Where we came from? A rather dull demand. Nomads as they were, the feline failed to prevent a chuckle. Did either of them even have something to return to? Neither of their families waited for them in the places they 'came from'.
"Would that be the ocean then?" He inquired, whiskers twitching. "'fraid we don't have a place we 'come from'."
Following that trail of thought, the traveler let his eyes wander the island. Perhaps a storm came through here. "Looks to me like you could use some extra paws, but if that's how you feel... 'Course it doesn't seem to me that you speak for the people here."
[align=right]**Ikigai. (n.)