07-16-2019, 04:39 PM
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Better to be hurt by the truth than comforted by a lie -
♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: mobile, I’m also gonna assume this is taking place on the day of the Elysium invasion]
These are the moments he loathed.
The unreasonable fighting. The murder and slaughter of innocents. He did not wish to wreak havoc. He did not wish to spill blood. To think of all the children killed, caught in the cross fire, and scarred. All the children exposed to this unnecessary life style.
All the children raised to hate the Pitt. But he would begin to give up bow. No point in trying to sway the Fox. Till his death chaos would reign. The Jaguar was slowly making his way to the mountains. Taking his sweet time. It was crucial that he made an appearance. Dip his paws in blood he did not spill. Roll in some dirt to look a little rough.
He would not fight without a cause. He would not fight just to do so.
Jervis was a god at creating vicious circles. Clearing his throat he would walk. Still within the familiar jungle.
And why did he stay? For the trees. For the comfort. He was a beast of familiarity. He sought out what he knew. And stayed with it. He avoided what he didn’t. And kept it that way.
He did not know love and so he ran from it when Bai Shi offered him a little. He did however know company and so he would not totally avoid them as a whole.
“hey kydobi, can I get your help with something”
The feline had been so deep in his mind that his usually sharp senses did not hear the fellow cats arrival. To his surprise it was Augustin. Kydobi learned to be wary. Their first meeting was at the border and Ramona’s reaction to the car was enough to make the brute cautious.
But over time the cat proved okay. A little bloodthirsty, possibly, but that was common in the Pitt. So Kydobi would give him the benefit of the doubt.
The cat would turn. Patches of sun that broke through the dense trees would shine on his obsidian pelt, revealing it to be a dark chocolate. Molten hues would look into the icy ones with tired interest.
The tumultuous state of his home was taking a toll on him. He moved a little slower and often forgot to maintain posture. He let his head hang in more ways than one. Initially he walked with a bounce, thrilled to have found a new purpose and a new mission.
However now he would forget to turn his whole body to face the cat fully. Lazily he would turn his head and cleared his throat, “Of course, what is it?”
Anything. He would be glad to have a reason putting off the battle
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: mobile, I’m also gonna assume this is taking place on the day of the Elysium invasion]
These are the moments he loathed.
The unreasonable fighting. The murder and slaughter of innocents. He did not wish to wreak havoc. He did not wish to spill blood. To think of all the children killed, caught in the cross fire, and scarred. All the children exposed to this unnecessary life style.
All the children raised to hate the Pitt. But he would begin to give up bow. No point in trying to sway the Fox. Till his death chaos would reign. The Jaguar was slowly making his way to the mountains. Taking his sweet time. It was crucial that he made an appearance. Dip his paws in blood he did not spill. Roll in some dirt to look a little rough.
He would not fight without a cause. He would not fight just to do so.
Jervis was a god at creating vicious circles. Clearing his throat he would walk. Still within the familiar jungle.
And why did he stay? For the trees. For the comfort. He was a beast of familiarity. He sought out what he knew. And stayed with it. He avoided what he didn’t. And kept it that way.
He did not know love and so he ran from it when Bai Shi offered him a little. He did however know company and so he would not totally avoid them as a whole.
“hey kydobi, can I get your help with something”
The feline had been so deep in his mind that his usually sharp senses did not hear the fellow cats arrival. To his surprise it was Augustin. Kydobi learned to be wary. Their first meeting was at the border and Ramona’s reaction to the car was enough to make the brute cautious.
But over time the cat proved okay. A little bloodthirsty, possibly, but that was common in the Pitt. So Kydobi would give him the benefit of the doubt.
The cat would turn. Patches of sun that broke through the dense trees would shine on his obsidian pelt, revealing it to be a dark chocolate. Molten hues would look into the icy ones with tired interest.
The tumultuous state of his home was taking a toll on him. He moved a little slower and often forgot to maintain posture. He let his head hang in more ways than one. Initially he walked with a bounce, thrilled to have found a new purpose and a new mission.
However now he would forget to turn his whole body to face the cat fully. Lazily he would turn his head and cleared his throat, “Of course, what is it?”
Anything. He would be glad to have a reason putting off the battle