CONVERSATION [o]

[darci]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; text-align: justify;"]Rodion did not like the ghosts. After his encounter with a rather violent one in his own room, the kitten tried to stay as far away as he could. Growing rather bold, the kitten decided to sneak out of the camp, a very dumb idea for someone who was still learning to retract their claws. He slunk through the tall grasses, his little scrawny tail waving about in the air. Fortunately, no predator was in sight, though, he did not know that. Rodion was still ignorant about the world around him and what horrors it harbored. His mother had taught him basic things, though they were very minor. Having come to terms that his mother was not coming back, he still held a heavy heart. Occasionally, he would still weep over her in the dead of night when dreams of her came to visit him.

Pale blue eyes peeked through the grass at Anakin, both frightened and intrigued by such an animal. He had never seen a lion before. The scent of the Ascendants that wafted off the lion told Rodion that they would not harm him, or, at least, with consequence. One swipe of a paw and little Rodi would be the equivalent of mashed potatoes. Eyes growing wide at the sight of the ghost, his little tail puffed up, a pathetic excuse for hiss coming from his throat. "Get away mister! Those ghosts are evil!" he shouted, suddenly popping out of the grass as if he was all high and mighty. Where this new found courage came from, he was not sure, but he was going to milk it as much as he could.