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Better to be hurt by the truth than comforted by a lie -
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[OOC: also can I say BAI'S PROFILE PIC IS AWESOME!!!]
Times like these, Kydobi sought isolation. Quiet peace from the screams of the tortured. Escape from the gaunt and exhausted look from the prisoners. The accusations in their redrimmed eyes. It's his fault.
He did nothing to stop it.
And more and more recruits filing in everyday. No doubt there was a can't beat them then join them mentality. Kydobi hated it. Loathed it. It was all so draining.Everywhere he went he couldn't escape. There was always a coppery scent in the wind. His senses were sharper than most, and he couldn't help but hear the cries miles away.
He couldn't block it out.
He couldn't stop it.
Often he overloaded in the canopy. The dead quiet. Writhing in visceral agony.
He had fallen so far and he climbed the trees because they brought him peace. He slept the days away, because every time he came down to mingle there was some sign of violence.
And Lynn? They seemed to have adapted too well. It scared Kydobi. And where was little Ramona in all this? He hadn't seen her. Feared the worst, did she die in battle? Thinking of him? Trying to make them proud?
He needed to leave. But he saw how fast the Pitt was growing and he knew there would be no way to stop the rushing tide. Funny to think that the dragon that had predicted the wars, was now on the side causing them. He wouldn't leave though, stay on the winning side.
Exhausting.
But today, he was down. Today he was not hiding away. Because no body ever really wants to be alone. So it would seem that he would come across his dear friend. Familiar and yet Kydobi felt he no longer knew them anymore. He didn't know anyone. Or anything. He had lost his noble reason for staying in the Pitt. His cowardice kept him here.
Quietly he treaded, no longer comfortable with his homelands. It was always this way when he first was on the ground. He walked as if he was an intruder, trying to not be detected. He always heard something, today was an especially off day. He walked, so focused on his auditory senses that he did not smell or see the blind jaguar by him.
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♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: also can I say BAI'S PROFILE PIC IS AWESOME!!!]
Times like these, Kydobi sought isolation. Quiet peace from the screams of the tortured. Escape from the gaunt and exhausted look from the prisoners. The accusations in their redrimmed eyes. It's his fault.
He did nothing to stop it.
And more and more recruits filing in everyday. No doubt there was a can't beat them then join them mentality. Kydobi hated it. Loathed it. It was all so draining.Everywhere he went he couldn't escape. There was always a coppery scent in the wind. His senses were sharper than most, and he couldn't help but hear the cries miles away.
He couldn't block it out.
He couldn't stop it.
Often he overloaded in the canopy. The dead quiet. Writhing in visceral agony.
He had fallen so far and he climbed the trees because they brought him peace. He slept the days away, because every time he came down to mingle there was some sign of violence.
And Lynn? They seemed to have adapted too well. It scared Kydobi. And where was little Ramona in all this? He hadn't seen her. Feared the worst, did she die in battle? Thinking of him? Trying to make them proud?
He needed to leave. But he saw how fast the Pitt was growing and he knew there would be no way to stop the rushing tide. Funny to think that the dragon that had predicted the wars, was now on the side causing them. He wouldn't leave though, stay on the winning side.
Exhausting.
But today, he was down. Today he was not hiding away. Because no body ever really wants to be alone. So it would seem that he would come across his dear friend. Familiar and yet Kydobi felt he no longer knew them anymore. He didn't know anyone. Or anything. He had lost his noble reason for staying in the Pitt. His cowardice kept him here.
Quietly he treaded, no longer comfortable with his homelands. It was always this way when he first was on the ground. He walked as if he was an intruder, trying to not be detected. He always heard something, today was an especially off day. He walked, so focused on his auditory senses that he did not smell or see the blind jaguar by him.