11-30-2019, 12:25 PM
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The tiger does not concern himself with the opinions of sheep -
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[OOC: ]
Truth be told Kanga was angry. Angry that the minor blows had landed and angry that Aurum stole all the glory. This was supposed to be his time to shine. But not the chicken cat stole it.
Envy and contempt would be in his crimson hues as he watched Kydobi pitifully lose the battle. Even the flames, although spectacular and terrifying in the beginning, began to fall short. In all honesty the tiger thought the man had more in him. As Aurum sunk his teeth in, Kanga would find his maw watering, jealously prowling around to see different angles of what he wished could be him.
To taste the life rush out of the stupid cat. That would be great. And Aurum took that from him, perhaps he should kill them now while they aren’t looking? Prove his point. Like Golden. But this was the way Kanga was, he needed an enemy. An enemy was a goal, an enemy was validation and proof when conquered and defeated. An enemy could be all you need. That’s why the brute didn’t go long without one.
He was edging closer and closer despite Bai Shi until he nearly tripped cause something tight coiled around his legs.
“Agh!”, a deep voice would holler as they began to tighten. Snarling he would ravage the green cords, tooth at first and once a paw was free they stood no chance. Where did they come from? He would snap his neck till he saw her.
The little brat. He crouched, watching her. Staring at her. Analyzing and fantasizing about her limp body in his jaws along with her father’s. Foxes were vermin, hadn’t Jervis proven it so? Vermin needed to be handled or else they begin to infest.
He would remember the child’s face. Perhaps one day, she’ll be unfortunate enough to be caught alone. Staring dead in her eyes, till she noticed, he would slowly raise his upper lip to reveal large ivories and he would menacingly run his tongue over them. Meanwhile a deep and low guttural growl would rumble. A warning. A threatening promise.
By the time he looked back, Kydobi was dead. A frustrated growl would come from him. Kydobi was supposed to be his. He felt the need to do something, things had not gone his way and this required a large gesture. He wanted an eye. A soft little amber ball carved out from the corpse. A trophy. Or maybe a claw? Perhaps the heart? The more gruesome the idea the more appealing it was to Kanga. But he would not move to do such a thing. For even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself, he knew not to mess with a dragon.
Goldie would speak and she would snatch all his attention. He watched her deal with the fox and his mouth would drool for different reasons. Such power and violence... gorgeous. She would make him apex children. And she would, because few women could resist Kanga. In fact none had. He planned to court her shortly after. Kade too wherever that scarred beauty may be.
He gave one last look to Bai in bored disgust before walking closer to his Goddess.
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♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: ]
Truth be told Kanga was angry. Angry that the minor blows had landed and angry that Aurum stole all the glory. This was supposed to be his time to shine. But not the chicken cat stole it.
Envy and contempt would be in his crimson hues as he watched Kydobi pitifully lose the battle. Even the flames, although spectacular and terrifying in the beginning, began to fall short. In all honesty the tiger thought the man had more in him. As Aurum sunk his teeth in, Kanga would find his maw watering, jealously prowling around to see different angles of what he wished could be him.
To taste the life rush out of the stupid cat. That would be great. And Aurum took that from him, perhaps he should kill them now while they aren’t looking? Prove his point. Like Golden. But this was the way Kanga was, he needed an enemy. An enemy was a goal, an enemy was validation and proof when conquered and defeated. An enemy could be all you need. That’s why the brute didn’t go long without one.
He was edging closer and closer despite Bai Shi until he nearly tripped cause something tight coiled around his legs.
“Agh!”, a deep voice would holler as they began to tighten. Snarling he would ravage the green cords, tooth at first and once a paw was free they stood no chance. Where did they come from? He would snap his neck till he saw her.
The little brat. He crouched, watching her. Staring at her. Analyzing and fantasizing about her limp body in his jaws along with her father’s. Foxes were vermin, hadn’t Jervis proven it so? Vermin needed to be handled or else they begin to infest.
He would remember the child’s face. Perhaps one day, she’ll be unfortunate enough to be caught alone. Staring dead in her eyes, till she noticed, he would slowly raise his upper lip to reveal large ivories and he would menacingly run his tongue over them. Meanwhile a deep and low guttural growl would rumble. A warning. A threatening promise.
By the time he looked back, Kydobi was dead. A frustrated growl would come from him. Kydobi was supposed to be his. He felt the need to do something, things had not gone his way and this required a large gesture. He wanted an eye. A soft little amber ball carved out from the corpse. A trophy. Or maybe a claw? Perhaps the heart? The more gruesome the idea the more appealing it was to Kanga. But he would not move to do such a thing. For even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself, he knew not to mess with a dragon.
Goldie would speak and she would snatch all his attention. He watched her deal with the fox and his mouth would drool for different reasons. Such power and violence... gorgeous. She would make him apex children. And she would, because few women could resist Kanga. In fact none had. He planned to court her shortly after. Kade too wherever that scarred beauty may be.
He gave one last look to Bai in bored disgust before walking closer to his Goddess.