08-15-2023, 10:43 AM
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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
To his relief, the door eventually opened, revealing the feline he had sought out. Zjarr's vision locked onto the veil that obscured Aesior's throat for a fleeting moment before moving up to meet the other's own green-gray eyes. He was battered, bruised, torn up, but he was alive. That was about as good as it could get in this place with all elements considered.
The larger male dipped his head in regards to the feline as he made his way into the room, shutting the door behind him as he did. For a second, the fact that the Luminary was mute had all but slipped from his mind, and he was puzzled by the lack of verbal communication from the other. So much has happened, and yet you say nothing? An intrusive image of a warm mug of tea appeared in his head as he watched the leader maneuver to his tea kettle and produce two clean mugs. He flicked an ear at this; he didn't particularly enjoy when such magic was used on him, but he supposed there were some exceptions he could make. It was something he could accept given that it was likely Aesior's best form of communication at the time.
"Uh, sure, sure, yeah. That'd be nice," Zjarr said. Taking note of Aesior's gestures towards the living room, he made his way over and sat himself on a larger pillow that would lay on the ground. He wasn't sure if Aesior was a couch or pillow kind of guy, but he preferred to err on the side of caution.
Given the obstacle they had faced via the Typhoon raid, perhaps it was more suitable to begin the conversation with some better news. "I'll start with the island," he said. "Things're goin' very well over there. We still have some Tanglers runnin' things. I only brought a few back to transport some goods, which're in my house for now." Zjarr released the deep breath he had been holding. "We ended up buildin' a barn, a silo, 'n' a few pens on the island. Nothin' huge given that there ain't too much manpower, but enough to establish a small farm and base'a operations for workin' the land. Some folks raised a few lil' cabins for themselves, but that was on their own time with their own resources. We managed to get some wheat grown, as well as oats 'n' barley. There were a few fruit trees on the island, but we ain't start doin' anythin' with 'em yet. On the other hand, though, we got a few wild boars under our thumb. They ain't monsters or nothin', pretty small guys with all things considered, but they're a good size for easy domestication. That's where the pens came in. Could be a nice supply for our carnivorous folk." A.K.A. most of us...all of us. The boars they had tamed were not at all impressive in size, nor were there many of them, but they were small enough for the group to attempt to domesticate them with fewer issues. Besides, some selective breeding down the line, and their next generation could end up quite fat for the Tanglers.
"We ain't run into many problems with things. Maybe some shitty weather, but we manage. I'd count it as a success in my book, I dunno 'bout you," the canine concluded, sitting up a bit taller as he spoke. His eyes were fixated on Aesior, wondering what he thought about their — his — progress with the island expedition. Surely the establishment of a new food supply in such tumultuous times would be worthy of some notice.
Zjarr waited a moment, allowing for all of the information he communicated to sink in for the Luminary. There were a multitude of details to process. When he felt enough time had passed, he would move on to the next, more glaring, subject. "Well, I've said my share'a things. Yer turn now. Y'know what the hell...that was?" He gestured towards the door in the direction of where their battle once was. Considering his exasperated tone, it was quite obvious what the topic at hand happened to be.
The larger male dipped his head in regards to the feline as he made his way into the room, shutting the door behind him as he did. For a second, the fact that the Luminary was mute had all but slipped from his mind, and he was puzzled by the lack of verbal communication from the other. So much has happened, and yet you say nothing? An intrusive image of a warm mug of tea appeared in his head as he watched the leader maneuver to his tea kettle and produce two clean mugs. He flicked an ear at this; he didn't particularly enjoy when such magic was used on him, but he supposed there were some exceptions he could make. It was something he could accept given that it was likely Aesior's best form of communication at the time.
"Uh, sure, sure, yeah. That'd be nice," Zjarr said. Taking note of Aesior's gestures towards the living room, he made his way over and sat himself on a larger pillow that would lay on the ground. He wasn't sure if Aesior was a couch or pillow kind of guy, but he preferred to err on the side of caution.
Given the obstacle they had faced via the Typhoon raid, perhaps it was more suitable to begin the conversation with some better news. "I'll start with the island," he said. "Things're goin' very well over there. We still have some Tanglers runnin' things. I only brought a few back to transport some goods, which're in my house for now." Zjarr released the deep breath he had been holding. "We ended up buildin' a barn, a silo, 'n' a few pens on the island. Nothin' huge given that there ain't too much manpower, but enough to establish a small farm and base'a operations for workin' the land. Some folks raised a few lil' cabins for themselves, but that was on their own time with their own resources. We managed to get some wheat grown, as well as oats 'n' barley. There were a few fruit trees on the island, but we ain't start doin' anythin' with 'em yet. On the other hand, though, we got a few wild boars under our thumb. They ain't monsters or nothin', pretty small guys with all things considered, but they're a good size for easy domestication. That's where the pens came in. Could be a nice supply for our carnivorous folk." A.K.A. most of us...all of us. The boars they had tamed were not at all impressive in size, nor were there many of them, but they were small enough for the group to attempt to domesticate them with fewer issues. Besides, some selective breeding down the line, and their next generation could end up quite fat for the Tanglers.
"We ain't run into many problems with things. Maybe some shitty weather, but we manage. I'd count it as a success in my book, I dunno 'bout you," the canine concluded, sitting up a bit taller as he spoke. His eyes were fixated on Aesior, wondering what he thought about their — his — progress with the island expedition. Surely the establishment of a new food supply in such tumultuous times would be worthy of some notice.
Zjarr waited a moment, allowing for all of the information he communicated to sink in for the Luminary. There were a multitude of details to process. When he felt enough time had passed, he would move on to the next, more glaring, subject. "Well, I've said my share'a things. Yer turn now. Y'know what the hell...that was?" He gestured towards the door in the direction of where their battle once was. Considering his exasperated tone, it was quite obvious what the topic at hand happened to be.
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