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Lucky for him. Lucky for her. It had been ages since he had seen another of his kind. Ages. But he had never met one with the same pitch pelt as his own. He had always been an outcast in this way in his old kingdom. The black son. The burnt one. Too long in the oven they would say.

But he had always used his shadowy cloak to his advantage.


The scent of kin would catch his attention. And while they were most likely unrelated, the smell of jaguar was a nostalgic one. Molten hues would open and bound down from the tree lining the border. There she was, quickly he would make himself invisible and unseen. His cloak was transparent as he utilized his power of invisibility. A little hastily he would make his way across the border.


A beautiful black speck in a blinding dry sea. He blinked, squinted. Unfortunately his power did not lessen the harsh sun. Before long he was 50 feet from her, be seen now. Kydobi's pelt would be visible from here on out. The last thing he wanted was to spook a possible recruit.

"Hello" he called out, hiding his eagerness well to be in the vicinity of one so similar to him. Pink bounced from his mouth as his body fought to keep cool.

"I am Kydobi," he looked at her, taking in her scent. No she was not from his old home. She would not know he was a bastard and for that he was thankful.

"Come, let's get you to shade. We're burnt enough, no need to roast anymore than we are." he said jokingly although the humor did not reach his eyes. The large brute would turn and look at her, "We'll all be a little more jovial in the sweet shade of the jungle."