NIGHTS [return/joining]

[bai shi ⦸]

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" I CAN HEAR YOUR PULSE RACING FROM HERE! "

Time had a way of playing games, a way of making everything distorted. Many legacies were buried and manipulated with time. They knew that much first hand. Just how many of their own story had been rewritten, they would never know. How many of the dead were still dead and gone? How many had returned? How many enemies still remained?

They'd been staying around the territory more often as of late. They'd lost another person they had trusted enough to get close to them. Another dead and gone. Another body buried. Another friend lost. Sometimes, being blind was a blessing. They had never gotten the chance to see her, never had they been able to put a face to her scent and voice. Somehow it was easier and harder.

This morning had them out of their house and doing menial things. This morning also found them in a body different to their usual golden dragon form, in a shape that Kydobi once would have known, back when they had talked to one another. A different time, a different life. Today, they could probably walk past one another without ever knowing.

Head down, busy in menial tasks of moving logs, thoughts consumed by the task of cresting the aquaducts. Perhaps it would be easier to be in their dragon body but at least in this form they could mote easily tell when creatures were in their path. Jaws locked into the wood they were hauling, neck muscles straining as they huffed and puffed, tugging the downed tree in the direction they desired, out towards the planned area for building. They would need to acquire their dragon body for digging the trenches they wished to use.

Pausing as a new scent reached the working god, releasing the thin trunk they dragged with a loud thud!. Jaws spread from the strain and to drink in the new scent, dark head raising as their horns became tangled in a nearby vendor's leather strips. Snorting an apology, the Marauder freed their head after a moment of struggle and shook their body out, pale blue eyes scouring the faces in the plaza. They wouldn't recognize the faces there, but they had hope that they would recognize a stranger in their midst, at least by scent alone. Closing their mouth qith a huff, shaking their head. Who were they kidding, finding a stranger in this mess of scents was next to impossible. Like trying to find a needle in a haystack level of impossible.

Picking up the log with a soft growl of annoyance, more with themself for getting distracted, the dark feline would continue their pace forward. If there was a stranger, maybe somebody else would notice them? Dragging their log closer to Kydobi, they would pause as the strange scent reached them again with the aid of the morning breeze. Snorting as the log creaked in their grip, barely seeing eyes grazed over Kydobi, nose and whiskers twitching as the beast scented the air. Stopping again, they traced the elusive scent once they got a better hold of it, ears swiveling before standing as they traced the new scent to the dark jaguar sitting by a waterfall, nose crinkling as they stared for a second before dropping their log and licking their scarred lips. Issuing a low cough to clear their throat, "You there. Are you new here?", They may as well fill one of their other duties by reaching out to a potential newcomer. Strange that they would have come all the way into the territory. Well, it wasn't their area to be concerned with, not over the borders or their security. They would just battle any fool brazen enough to enter their territory to cause shit.