09-20-2019, 04:22 AM
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Better to be hurt by the truth than comforted by a lie -
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Typhoon.
He had studied, learned, and sealed the salty scent of pirates in his memory. From the terrible battle, he could never forget. The blood the chaos.
the violence.
The betrayal of a false alliance. Kydobi perked his ears, listening. Listening... Birds. Calls. Wind... Sand brushing against sand...
"Bai Shi? a strange voice would say softly.
What? Urgency swept over him as fear crept in his heart. Inhaling he found the scent was indeed his infatuate. He was almost certain they were in danger. Alone and in the grasp of enemies. His heart was pounding as he traversed quickly through the jungle. Bolting through trees like a ghost.
In minutes he was at the desert. Eyes focused in on a canine crouched over the familiar dragon, Kydobi's most familiar body of them. A deep growl rumbled in his throat as it built up into a vicious snarl. Fear and worry was flooding him. Was the dragon okay? They didn't seem to be moving.
The large feline bounded towards the stranger, ears pinned flat against his skull, tail lashing rapidly. His claws were unsheathed, glinting in the sun like polished razors.
"Step away from them.", an order and a threat. Fiery pools were narrow on the coyote, his face was pulled to where his teeth were exposed. Large ivories made for cracking bone. The wrinkles of the scrunched muzzle only seemed to add depth on his eyes.
He did not want to harm this stranger, so many pittians would've taken the chance to kill them just for who they were. But the chocolate onyx jaguar would never be so brash.
What they could witness was so very different from Kydobi's standard calm, and kind demeanor. Yet when in this state, he was rather terrifying.
Eyes softened in pure worry for the one his heart called to. The widened a little and his face softened at the sight of them..
"Lynn..." he would whisper before snapping his attention back towards the coyote. Anger rushing back into him almost as fast as the testosterone preparing him for the possible fight. To defend the being he held the most affection for.
"What did you do to them?", his voice was low as he lowered his head, taking a step forward as if stalking prey.
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♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: ]
Typhoon.
He had studied, learned, and sealed the salty scent of pirates in his memory. From the terrible battle, he could never forget. The blood the chaos.
the violence.
The betrayal of a false alliance. Kydobi perked his ears, listening. Listening... Birds. Calls. Wind... Sand brushing against sand...
"Bai Shi? a strange voice would say softly.
What? Urgency swept over him as fear crept in his heart. Inhaling he found the scent was indeed his infatuate. He was almost certain they were in danger. Alone and in the grasp of enemies. His heart was pounding as he traversed quickly through the jungle. Bolting through trees like a ghost.
In minutes he was at the desert. Eyes focused in on a canine crouched over the familiar dragon, Kydobi's most familiar body of them. A deep growl rumbled in his throat as it built up into a vicious snarl. Fear and worry was flooding him. Was the dragon okay? They didn't seem to be moving.
The large feline bounded towards the stranger, ears pinned flat against his skull, tail lashing rapidly. His claws were unsheathed, glinting in the sun like polished razors.
"Step away from them.", an order and a threat. Fiery pools were narrow on the coyote, his face was pulled to where his teeth were exposed. Large ivories made for cracking bone. The wrinkles of the scrunched muzzle only seemed to add depth on his eyes.
He did not want to harm this stranger, so many pittians would've taken the chance to kill them just for who they were. But the chocolate onyx jaguar would never be so brash.
What they could witness was so very different from Kydobi's standard calm, and kind demeanor. Yet when in this state, he was rather terrifying.
Eyes softened in pure worry for the one his heart called to. The widened a little and his face softened at the sight of them..
"Lynn..." he would whisper before snapping his attention back towards the coyote. Anger rushing back into him almost as fast as the testosterone preparing him for the possible fight. To defend the being he held the most affection for.
"What did you do to them?", his voice was low as he lowered his head, taking a step forward as if stalking prey.