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NOTHING SWEET 'BOUT MY MISERY -
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[OOC: cries in amazing overload of muse. Would someone like to kill kydobi somewhere near the end/middle?
Addresses: [member=9327]KNOX[/member] [member=48]goldenluxury[/member] [member=4460]idyllfields[/member] ]
He didn't sleep much anymore. Constantly paranoid of the impending war to cone, it had slowly begun to morph into an obsession. Be prepared. Stay vigilant. Don't stray far. Follow orders. Maintain duties. Stay ready.
So when he heard the booming lightning and thundering voice of Goldenluxury, he knew. Odd relief washed over him it had finally come. No more waiting. Quickly it dissipated, blood would not just spill... It would run . Jervis would not so easily give up his power. H would play it out till the end. Throwing every player on his board, down to the last pawn. There would be no stalemates. Someone would lose.
He inhaled deeply, quietly slipping into his camoflauge. Invisible in all ways except scent. His paws made no movement, going through the thick brush like a ghost. Silently he stalked, listening. Paw steps. Heavy breathing. Anticipation and anxiety were just as electric as the tigress as herself. Whether it was her lightning or not, his paws were tingling.
He would look around, seeing Astiar. Worry settled in a little, did they realize what was happening? He prayed to everyone and no one that the dragon would not fly into the crowd on hostiles out of sheer hostility.
Luckily, he had been attempting to control his newly acquired power. So far he had learned the most about it, he had a terrible tendency to ignite when he was feeling extremes. Elation. Joy. Deep sorrow. Dead. But most violent fires were caused by his rage. He had found that on numerous occasions, fire storms in the desert..
Oddly enough it was somewhat therapeutic. He watched more come, eyes narrowing in on Wormwood. The brute took comfort in knowing he could not be seen or heard. For now he would use this to scope out the amount of enemies. More would spill in, from the sounds of it... all directions. He closed his eyes, whispering under his breath affirmations and ideas. Please let Aine and the others recall their exploration of the tunnels. The defense plans.
Kydobi quickly realized this would be his first full blown battle. Never had he fought another... well. Just think of it as if you’re hunting, he would tell himself, except this time the prey fights back. Relatively normal. So Kydobi would see all them and consider them such. It made the idea of murdering much easier long as he maintained that mindset.
Don’t get worried or overwhelmed. You’ll be fine. Still, he was wondering if he should truly defend the fox. Jump to his defense, but considering the tiger slave and the hellhound devotee... he wouldn’t have to.
The jaguar recalled his favorite vantage point, quickly he would make his way there. However something caught his eye. A puppy. A child would run towards the enemies.
No.
He had been walking up to his spot slowly, trying not to let any rocks crumble and whatnot. His intangibility failed to work with his wall walking skills. But upon spotting the child, who foolishly looked unafraid, he would turn around and sprint down the wall of stone. Paws gripping and all surfaces on contact. Still he remained invisible, dust pelted behind him and rocks gently tumbled.
He arrived near the pup, allowing himself to be seen. He was hoping the wouldn’t harm him. A defensive growl would roll as he walked to the pup, glowing eyes set on Goldie.
“Child, it is not safe here.”, he knew not who the wolf was but he could recognize his own quite well. Especially by smell, he had the scent of the jungle deep within his fur now.
He looked down, noting the determined look in his eyes, lowering himself he would allow his eyes to stare at Goldie, while whispering in Knox’s ear ”We will handle them, but go wake the others. Help the children, we need someone strong like you to defend those who cannot.”
If the child refused he would simply grab them by their scruff and throw them in the tunnels for safety. Oh god, all the poor orphans here. He couldn’t save them all.
All of them had good intentions. None of them wanted to lose their home... some were simply too large to not be threatened by. Many would be hurt. This is what hurt the most. There were no children from the enemy. The battle was not taking place at their home, the lesser were safe. Sleeping probably.
Posture would straighten and his chin would tilt a little up. Not cocky, simply sure.
“We all know here that a white flag will not be raised until the floor is splattered with red.”, he mainly addressed Goldie for she stood as if she ran the whole thing, which he did not doubt, “I ask one thing, do not harm the children. Even if they attempt blows... Goldie, they’re trying to save the only home they know.”
There were no children slaves after all. None. None that he knew of... a lump was swallowed. His voice felt oddly quiet although he knew it hadn’t been.
Eyes caught sight of a familiar figure. Idyll. His neck cranes forward slightly as his heart sped up. That mutt would be his to harm if this battle did commence. Jealousy fanned his fires and caused his eyes to quite literally brighten and flicker.
“I mourn for all the lives on both ends that will be lost tonight tigress. But I cannot say I will mourn for the only one I will take.”, he kept his gaze on [member=4460]idyllfields[/member]
“Or at least the only life I plan to”, his tone was calm and flat as if speaking of rainy weather. But his message was loud and clear.
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[OOC: cries in amazing overload of muse. Would someone like to kill kydobi somewhere near the end/middle?
Addresses: [member=9327]KNOX[/member] [member=48]goldenluxury[/member] [member=4460]idyllfields[/member] ]
He didn't sleep much anymore. Constantly paranoid of the impending war to cone, it had slowly begun to morph into an obsession. Be prepared. Stay vigilant. Don't stray far. Follow orders. Maintain duties. Stay ready.
So when he heard the booming lightning and thundering voice of Goldenluxury, he knew. Odd relief washed over him it had finally come. No more waiting. Quickly it dissipated, blood would not just spill... It would run . Jervis would not so easily give up his power. H would play it out till the end. Throwing every player on his board, down to the last pawn. There would be no stalemates. Someone would lose.
He inhaled deeply, quietly slipping into his camoflauge. Invisible in all ways except scent. His paws made no movement, going through the thick brush like a ghost. Silently he stalked, listening. Paw steps. Heavy breathing. Anticipation and anxiety were just as electric as the tigress as herself. Whether it was her lightning or not, his paws were tingling.
He would look around, seeing Astiar. Worry settled in a little, did they realize what was happening? He prayed to everyone and no one that the dragon would not fly into the crowd on hostiles out of sheer hostility.
Luckily, he had been attempting to control his newly acquired power. So far he had learned the most about it, he had a terrible tendency to ignite when he was feeling extremes. Elation. Joy. Deep sorrow. Dead. But most violent fires were caused by his rage. He had found that on numerous occasions, fire storms in the desert..
Oddly enough it was somewhat therapeutic. He watched more come, eyes narrowing in on Wormwood. The brute took comfort in knowing he could not be seen or heard. For now he would use this to scope out the amount of enemies. More would spill in, from the sounds of it... all directions. He closed his eyes, whispering under his breath affirmations and ideas. Please let Aine and the others recall their exploration of the tunnels. The defense plans.
Kydobi quickly realized this would be his first full blown battle. Never had he fought another... well. Just think of it as if you’re hunting, he would tell himself, except this time the prey fights back. Relatively normal. So Kydobi would see all them and consider them such. It made the idea of murdering much easier long as he maintained that mindset.
Don’t get worried or overwhelmed. You’ll be fine. Still, he was wondering if he should truly defend the fox. Jump to his defense, but considering the tiger slave and the hellhound devotee... he wouldn’t have to.
The jaguar recalled his favorite vantage point, quickly he would make his way there. However something caught his eye. A puppy. A child would run towards the enemies.
No.
He had been walking up to his spot slowly, trying not to let any rocks crumble and whatnot. His intangibility failed to work with his wall walking skills. But upon spotting the child, who foolishly looked unafraid, he would turn around and sprint down the wall of stone. Paws gripping and all surfaces on contact. Still he remained invisible, dust pelted behind him and rocks gently tumbled.
He arrived near the pup, allowing himself to be seen. He was hoping the wouldn’t harm him. A defensive growl would roll as he walked to the pup, glowing eyes set on Goldie.
“Child, it is not safe here.”, he knew not who the wolf was but he could recognize his own quite well. Especially by smell, he had the scent of the jungle deep within his fur now.
He looked down, noting the determined look in his eyes, lowering himself he would allow his eyes to stare at Goldie, while whispering in Knox’s ear ”We will handle them, but go wake the others. Help the children, we need someone strong like you to defend those who cannot.”
If the child refused he would simply grab them by their scruff and throw them in the tunnels for safety. Oh god, all the poor orphans here. He couldn’t save them all.
All of them had good intentions. None of them wanted to lose their home... some were simply too large to not be threatened by. Many would be hurt. This is what hurt the most. There were no children from the enemy. The battle was not taking place at their home, the lesser were safe. Sleeping probably.
Posture would straighten and his chin would tilt a little up. Not cocky, simply sure.
“We all know here that a white flag will not be raised until the floor is splattered with red.”, he mainly addressed Goldie for she stood as if she ran the whole thing, which he did not doubt, “I ask one thing, do not harm the children. Even if they attempt blows... Goldie, they’re trying to save the only home they know.”
There were no children slaves after all. None. None that he knew of... a lump was swallowed. His voice felt oddly quiet although he knew it hadn’t been.
Eyes caught sight of a familiar figure. Idyll. His neck cranes forward slightly as his heart sped up. That mutt would be his to harm if this battle did commence. Jealousy fanned his fires and caused his eyes to quite literally brighten and flicker.
“I mourn for all the lives on both ends that will be lost tonight tigress. But I cannot say I will mourn for the only one I will take.”, he kept his gaze on [member=4460]idyllfields[/member]
“Or at least the only life I plan to”, his tone was calm and flat as if speaking of rainy weather. But his message was loud and clear.