09-10-2018, 10:16 AM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Though it had come to prove a necessary thing for him to have a certain set of skills, of which he had grown rather adept at honing, it left much else lacking. A strangely capable and intelligent child he lacked any want to learn of the inner workings of the group he called home or of those about him, their status where it came to concern the Typhoon lost upon him for the most part. Such was made all too apparent for still he remembered the time spent locked away within the observatory, an idiotic action leading into consequences he had not been able to predict. Or he might have if he cared to think for a moment, yet the structure of his thoughts proved rather strange, differing from most as they encircled only certain topics for any length of time, those he held no interest for often swept aside within moments.
At least this time he came with no intent to harm, though what he might have done would have been minimal at best, still given to a stature most towered over and injured as he was now. Against his side he felt his worn satchel hit with a soft thud as each step was made, clear in his favouring of the right side for still the left foreleg pained him, unable to bear his weight as the bone healed from a rather bad break. Across the open plane before him a single dark eye moved, the other left nothing more than an open socket he hide behind a leather patch with the shape of an owl carved into it, seeking movement. Amongst the rest of the changes were the matter of his horns, once little more than small nubs beginning to curl about his ears now badly removed, cut away and in the process leaving his ears a mess, filled with nicks where he had been sloppy.
Overall he was changed in more ways than one since last he had been here, his coming out and the matter of his name changing only one facet of it all, the outward clear for all as the sage once more began to move. About him heavy was the scent of the Typhoon, a mix of salt with a slight tang of decay, bitterly sweet and cloying, barely hidden beneath the tang of herbs. It would be enough to deem him an enemy, one to be attacked on sight for the past transgressions, but he hoped Bast at the very least would recognise him, if not they should be able to tell from this.
“Oi! Asscendents! Member me, da kid ya locked up?” Lifting his voice as best he could Silus stopped a good distance from the observatory, waiting to see what kind of response his words would get. He knew well none would mistake him for his sister, the two may be alike in some ways but in terms of looks the two held glaring differences, and none would look upon the tiny kitten and take him for a threat, not when various herbs were still stuck in his fur, but you never knew.
At least this time he came with no intent to harm, though what he might have done would have been minimal at best, still given to a stature most towered over and injured as he was now. Against his side he felt his worn satchel hit with a soft thud as each step was made, clear in his favouring of the right side for still the left foreleg pained him, unable to bear his weight as the bone healed from a rather bad break. Across the open plane before him a single dark eye moved, the other left nothing more than an open socket he hide behind a leather patch with the shape of an owl carved into it, seeking movement. Amongst the rest of the changes were the matter of his horns, once little more than small nubs beginning to curl about his ears now badly removed, cut away and in the process leaving his ears a mess, filled with nicks where he had been sloppy.
Overall he was changed in more ways than one since last he had been here, his coming out and the matter of his name changing only one facet of it all, the outward clear for all as the sage once more began to move. About him heavy was the scent of the Typhoon, a mix of salt with a slight tang of decay, bitterly sweet and cloying, barely hidden beneath the tang of herbs. It would be enough to deem him an enemy, one to be attacked on sight for the past transgressions, but he hoped Bast at the very least would recognise him, if not they should be able to tell from this.
“Oi! Asscendents! Member me, da kid ya locked up?” Lifting his voice as best he could Silus stopped a good distance from the observatory, waiting to see what kind of response his words would get. He knew well none would mistake him for his sister, the two may be alike in some ways but in terms of looks the two held glaring differences, and none would look upon the tiny kitten and take him for a threat, not when various herbs were still stuck in his fur, but you never knew.
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