11-04-2018, 10:56 AM
Here he was, a pacifist at heart, having never harmed another being of any sort, jovially mooting with a being about thrice the size of him whom brandished a blade that must’ve slain many. They were an odd pairing indeed, though the circumstances held a very homely hunch in his heart. Concerning Wendell, quite a few aspects about him could be considered odd. There is his appearance, an oddity in today’s world of felines, canines, and dragons. Another odd thing to consider about him was his main goal in life - living in peace and only that - contrary to others’ daydreams of wealth, power, and destruction. Did the wolverine take it to heart when another referred to him as unusual? Of course not, subsisting as extraordinary was a hundred-times better than retaining a status of ‘ordinary’. It had not been written in pen on his short bucket list to stand out, though his conflicting political views elected it as a surefire possibility.
Oddly enough, between the curious duo had occurred, and is still currently transpiring, what was perhaps the best conversation the mustelid has participated in for what felt like six months; and they had only just started.
His glance slightly lessened as Ichigo brought up the border, casting into the mind of Wendell memories of the scuffles which had went on along Sunhaven’s shared circumference with the Ascendants, and how he’d feebly try to put an end to the fighting with insignificant words. His woeful glare restored itself virtually at once, however, for the cougar had mentioned the topic of an extinct species, compelling Wendell to quip, "Nothing’s extinct these days, I find,", pouring a bit of water unto a sprouting smile. ”Justice’ll arrive in due time,” he’d linger on the topic, this stanza a tad more serious, ”I just don’t want t’ interfere with the professionals’ work and cause more issues, so I’d rather watch from the sidelines, and provide my commentary if need be.”
Whilst reaching for a juice, like Ichigo had suggested, a grin on his mug re-emerged as the swordsman made a comment revolving around the basket’s seemingly unsurpassable storage. The straw-woven hamper indeed appeared quite small from the exterior, but on the inside - ”Well, it can certainly get quite snug, sometimes!” At that time, he’d fetched the beverage, a hearty composition created from a variety of berries, blended together to form a somewhat sweet taste. In no sooner than five seconds, the glass, meant to be Ichigo’s, had been filled, and slid across the throw-blanket, hopefully in reach of the feline’s lengthy limbs. ”If my memory serves me correctly,” he’d begin, now speaking about the foods which inhabited his endless container, ”’ve got some pastries that I either purchased or made (I forget), a few fruits, and a few chops of meat that I’d prefer roasted, but I know a few people around here are fine with raw stuff.” Once the cuisine situation had been completed, then discussion could continue; talking on an empty stomach wasn’t a pleasure.
Oddly enough, between the curious duo had occurred, and is still currently transpiring, what was perhaps the best conversation the mustelid has participated in for what felt like six months; and they had only just started.
His glance slightly lessened as Ichigo brought up the border, casting into the mind of Wendell memories of the scuffles which had went on along Sunhaven’s shared circumference with the Ascendants, and how he’d feebly try to put an end to the fighting with insignificant words. His woeful glare restored itself virtually at once, however, for the cougar had mentioned the topic of an extinct species, compelling Wendell to quip, "Nothing’s extinct these days, I find,", pouring a bit of water unto a sprouting smile. ”Justice’ll arrive in due time,” he’d linger on the topic, this stanza a tad more serious, ”I just don’t want t’ interfere with the professionals’ work and cause more issues, so I’d rather watch from the sidelines, and provide my commentary if need be.”
Whilst reaching for a juice, like Ichigo had suggested, a grin on his mug re-emerged as the swordsman made a comment revolving around the basket’s seemingly unsurpassable storage. The straw-woven hamper indeed appeared quite small from the exterior, but on the inside - ”Well, it can certainly get quite snug, sometimes!” At that time, he’d fetched the beverage, a hearty composition created from a variety of berries, blended together to form a somewhat sweet taste. In no sooner than five seconds, the glass, meant to be Ichigo’s, had been filled, and slid across the throw-blanket, hopefully in reach of the feline’s lengthy limbs. ”If my memory serves me correctly,” he’d begin, now speaking about the foods which inhabited his endless container, ”’ve got some pastries that I either purchased or made (I forget), a few fruits, and a few chops of meat that I’d prefer roasted, but I know a few people around here are fine with raw stuff.” Once the cuisine situation had been completed, then discussion could continue; talking on an empty stomach wasn’t a pleasure.