07-05-2022, 11:26 PM
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[div style="margin-bottom: 4px; height: auto; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: black;"]OH LORD, DON'T LET ME
BE MISUNDERSTOOD
BE MISUNDERSTOOD
ACTIONS | "SPEAKING" | THINKING | TELEPATHY
What the Tanglewood seemed to offer was a secure home, a place where not much had happened — at least, that was his experience with the swamp village so far. Rarely did he have to go out and defend himself and his homestead from intruders or thieves attempting to take what was rightfully his, as the Forge and the former, now-deserted Ignibus Fortress had once required of him. Here it was safe, calm: two qualities that were so desperately required if he were to tend to his children, who could no longer call the Forge home due to their young age and the risks that came with living by hot anvils and pools of molten metal.
But of course, all good things must come to an end. There was no place in the entire world, much less on the Island of the Beyond, that would truly have nothing happening.
Zjarr's ears twitched when a clanmate — Eon, was it? — had called for someone, reaching out for them to come to him. Did he need help? What could he have possibly found? Regardless, it was quite difficult to distract him from his curiosity, and the husky maneuvered his way from the tight roads of the village and out to the swamp. Upon first glance, he saw nothing at the scene, though he could feel the light, angelic presence of his clanmate somewhere nearby him. The snapping of powerful, hungry jaws drew his attention to the water, where a great beast stood: an immense, tusked crocodile, with two tails that thrashed angrily in the muddy waters as though intentionally beckoning for something (or someone) to come to him. The demon's muscles tensed, planting himself firmly upon the soft ground, and his eyes shot over to the trees, where the tiny winged fox lay. Scared? he thought with a snort. He couldn't blame him. If he was smaller or otherwise defenseless and beside this absolute monster, he would've likely pissed and shat himself right then and there.
Within moments Zjarr's signature sword was beside him, conjured with his own magical abilities. He ran the tip of his digit against the sharp blade, his gaze unwavering from the crocodile, watching the beast's every move. There was no reason not to be cautious in this scenario. "Y'got any business here, fella?" he called, tightening his grip upon his blade afterwards as he awaited a reply that he wasn't sure would come.
But of course, all good things must come to an end. There was no place in the entire world, much less on the Island of the Beyond, that would truly have nothing happening.
Zjarr's ears twitched when a clanmate — Eon, was it? — had called for someone, reaching out for them to come to him. Did he need help? What could he have possibly found? Regardless, it was quite difficult to distract him from his curiosity, and the husky maneuvered his way from the tight roads of the village and out to the swamp. Upon first glance, he saw nothing at the scene, though he could feel the light, angelic presence of his clanmate somewhere nearby him. The snapping of powerful, hungry jaws drew his attention to the water, where a great beast stood: an immense, tusked crocodile, with two tails that thrashed angrily in the muddy waters as though intentionally beckoning for something (or someone) to come to him. The demon's muscles tensed, planting himself firmly upon the soft ground, and his eyes shot over to the trees, where the tiny winged fox lay. Scared? he thought with a snort. He couldn't blame him. If he was smaller or otherwise defenseless and beside this absolute monster, he would've likely pissed and shat himself right then and there.
Within moments Zjarr's signature sword was beside him, conjured with his own magical abilities. He ran the tip of his digit against the sharp blade, his gaze unwavering from the crocodile, watching the beast's every move. There was no reason not to be cautious in this scenario. "Y'got any business here, fella?" he called, tightening his grip upon his blade afterwards as he awaited a reply that he wasn't sure would come.
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zjarr ignibus / tanglewood / hellcat / weapons dealer / plot