05-15-2022, 09:55 PM
[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]"Tanglewood, huh?" The name rested familiarly in his mouth, far from forgotten in his mind. It was a group he was surprised still existed to this day, unlike the countless others he had seen in his time on the Island that were long disbanded, never to be spoken of again. "Yeah...think I know 'bout y'all." Truthfully Zjarr didn't believe he had ever gone anywhere near their territory, which is why he hadn't recognized their scent or much of their domain, though the fact that wet swampland was so close to the junkyard should have been a telltale sign of who was claiming it. In his defense, it had been ages since he had gotten involved in clan life. It was all too alien to him now, and he took it upon himself to embark on expeditions once more as though he had never lived on the Island before.
Introduce himself to them? Well, that certainly wouldn't be a horrible idea. Zjarr had to make a name for himself now that he was getting back into the blacksmithing and trading businesses, and he figured it would be best not to start off on the wrong foot with these groups, newer and older alike. "Well, might as well start with you," the husky chuckled upon realizing that he hadn't gotten the other's name. "What do I call ya, sir?" The feline seemed to be quite the pleasant fellow —then again, Zjarr liked virtually anyone who was willing to turn a blind eye at his more shady practices.
More questions. Good, good! He would be more than happy to answer, seeing as it all pertained to his line of work. In all honesty, he wouldn't have taken the other for a smith at all, but at this point he knew better than to judge based on appearances alone. "Oh, nothin' in particular, really. I jus' badly needed to stock up. But I'll do anythin' a payin' customer asks for; swords, daggers, spears, you name it 'n' I'm your man." He could hardly withstand the excited twitching in his paws now, prompting him to pace as he spoke. It was a good, creative field he was in, and it was one that brought a nearly childlike joy to him at times, though rarely in front of others.
Introduce himself to them? Well, that certainly wouldn't be a horrible idea. Zjarr had to make a name for himself now that he was getting back into the blacksmithing and trading businesses, and he figured it would be best not to start off on the wrong foot with these groups, newer and older alike. "Well, might as well start with you," the husky chuckled upon realizing that he hadn't gotten the other's name. "What do I call ya, sir?" The feline seemed to be quite the pleasant fellow —then again, Zjarr liked virtually anyone who was willing to turn a blind eye at his more shady practices.
More questions. Good, good! He would be more than happy to answer, seeing as it all pertained to his line of work. In all honesty, he wouldn't have taken the other for a smith at all, but at this point he knew better than to judge based on appearances alone. "Oh, nothin' in particular, really. I jus' badly needed to stock up. But I'll do anythin' a payin' customer asks for; swords, daggers, spears, you name it 'n' I'm your man." He could hardly withstand the excited twitching in his paws now, prompting him to pace as he spoke. It was a good, creative field he was in, and it was one that brought a nearly childlike joy to him at times, though rarely in front of others.
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]cold cold cold[/glow] — ☼
✰ — I'M JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD
zjarr ignibus / tanglewood / hellcat / weapons dealer / plot