06-15-2022, 01:41 PM
[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]The canine had returned his focus to his sketchbook when he heard the crow begin to caw deplorably, which was doing no favors for his already irritated mood. Zjarr's eyes softened when he glanced over at the bird, fully prepared to release it from its confines and tear it into bloody, gory pieces, and saw little Lanyu poking her paw between the bars of the cages. Of course he couldn't be upset. Not when the children were around, him at least.
He offered the young pup a faint smile as she flopped onto his weary paws, and he ran a calloused digit across the top of her head in a display of brief affection. "Course ya can, kiddo," the husky replied, his voice soft so not to stir the other shepherd pups in the other room from their slumber. He quite liked this cottage that they had settled into within the town of Tanglewood primarily for the existence of walls — no longer did he worry about waking his children with the clanking of metal upon metal or the clamor of a heated argument with Flamey, which more or less sounded like an argument with himself or the wall since Flamey refused to show himself to anyone else but Zjarr. The cottage was a lot more private, and he valued the safety that came with it. Perhaps it was a change the family truly needed.
His eyes traveled back to the bird, and his paws searched through the dimly-lit corners of the room to find the bag of peanuts he had stashed to feed it, something that Vale had visited when ve had visited him. "'m sure that Addie's hungry. Y'wanna go give her a snack?" he asked the pup, silently producing the bag in front of him for Lanyu to take. Addie, a female crow, of course — yet Zjarr often settled to objectify the things and entities that were an annoyance to him. It wasn't as though it mattered anyway; once he finished his commission, he would be free from holding this godforsaken bird, no longer taking the time to debate whether or not killing the pet of a Pittian Ardent would be a deadly offense. IF this ever gets done.
He offered the young pup a faint smile as she flopped onto his weary paws, and he ran a calloused digit across the top of her head in a display of brief affection. "Course ya can, kiddo," the husky replied, his voice soft so not to stir the other shepherd pups in the other room from their slumber. He quite liked this cottage that they had settled into within the town of Tanglewood primarily for the existence of walls — no longer did he worry about waking his children with the clanking of metal upon metal or the clamor of a heated argument with Flamey, which more or less sounded like an argument with himself or the wall since Flamey refused to show himself to anyone else but Zjarr. The cottage was a lot more private, and he valued the safety that came with it. Perhaps it was a change the family truly needed.
His eyes traveled back to the bird, and his paws searched through the dimly-lit corners of the room to find the bag of peanuts he had stashed to feed it, something that Vale had visited when ve had visited him. "'m sure that Addie's hungry. Y'wanna go give her a snack?" he asked the pup, silently producing the bag in front of him for Lanyu to take. Addie, a female crow, of course — yet Zjarr often settled to objectify the things and entities that were an annoyance to him. It wasn't as though it mattered anyway; once he finished his commission, he would be free from holding this godforsaken bird, no longer taking the time to debate whether or not killing the pet of a Pittian Ardent would be a deadly offense. IF this ever gets done.
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]cold cold cold[/glow] — ☼
✰ — I'M JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD
zjarr ignibus / tanglewood / hellcat / weapons dealer / plot