07-19-2018, 04:42 PM
do you believe you could change me? the way i changed you.
Roman was always curious as to newcomers at the border, especially if the newcomers came bearing the scent of blood. Although he knew that they couldn't help whether or not they came with injuries or not, he was surprised that there would be others who would come to the border of some strangers hoping for mercy just when they were attacked by others who were just as unknown as they were. For all Moon knew, those at the Ascendants could have simply said 'fuck it' and killed him then and there instead of offering him the help they were giving. Of course, not every clan was as nice as the one that Moon seemed to have stumbled upon.
Roman was one of the scarred felines that the other had been worried about meeting in the beginning though he was sure his breath didn't really smell, and he liked to think he was a pretty nice guy. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't a cannibal and quite often ate baked goods and drank beer, so there was no need to worry about him eating the other. Even if he wanted to, Roman was quite smaller than Moon anyway, being a russian blue domestic and all.
When he finally arrived with a few items - small bandages and some small herbs that could normally be found around this type of territory, as he had smelled the blood and decided to gather things - it brought the feline back to when he was a child, learning different herbs to help others while also trying to make sure what happened to himself didn't happen to others, trying to make sure no one lost a leg. "Might be great company, but not the best of friends." The feline would speak at last, offering a smile to the other, shoving the small mix of things over towards the larger animal's way. "I'm not a cleric, so I don't have much, but I can help out if needed, name's Roman. Sorry to hear you thought we were cannibals, but I'm glad we're not either."