12-03-2019, 10:04 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]The first thing Kazuhira wants is to understand what, exactly, warranted the new leader's introduction. Frankly, that was an opening statement that he wasn't ready to wrap his head around - he'd counted two sunsets since he arrived on Tanglewood's border, posing himself as a willing cog in their machine, and in that time he had come to understand that this little township seemed to see very little duress. It was a welcome diversion from the usual drone of his activity, chatting politely with passerby, carrying out little tasks to waste the time. But it was quiet. Too quiet, almost, but the apparent fake-death of their current leader seemed to have rocked the boat considerably.
The second question that sprung to mind: Who the hell is Crow?
He'd seen nothing of the leader (a reasonable thing by most accounts, for Kazuhira was used to a leader being little more than a figure on the chain of command, a name in passing), so he assumed this new commandant was intending to create more of a presence in the group by assigning orders in person. He hadn't grasped yet that groups such as this were far more personal than the bands of rogues he'd encountered thus far in the wild, but the understanding would reach him when the appointed Captain of the Guard - Wormwood-not-Wormwood, he'd figure out the real name later - gave his breathless gratitude. Aurum was good for the role, it seemed, by his immediate undertaking of the leader's tasks without question. Perhaps they would get along well.
"Yes, sir," the cheetah's voice joined the buzz of his clanmates' agreement. He had a job he could throw himself into, finally, rather than wandering around the town with no goal to drive him. It would be an excellent opportunity to meet other members of the group, and forge a mutual understanding between himself and his superiors. He could get a foot in the door - a paw, if you will - and make good use of his talents at last.
The second question that sprung to mind: Who the hell is Crow?
He'd seen nothing of the leader (a reasonable thing by most accounts, for Kazuhira was used to a leader being little more than a figure on the chain of command, a name in passing), so he assumed this new commandant was intending to create more of a presence in the group by assigning orders in person. He hadn't grasped yet that groups such as this were far more personal than the bands of rogues he'd encountered thus far in the wild, but the understanding would reach him when the appointed Captain of the Guard - Wormwood-not-Wormwood, he'd figure out the real name later - gave his breathless gratitude. Aurum was good for the role, it seemed, by his immediate undertaking of the leader's tasks without question. Perhaps they would get along well.
"Yes, sir," the cheetah's voice joined the buzz of his clanmates' agreement. He had a job he could throw himself into, finally, rather than wandering around the town with no goal to drive him. It would be an excellent opportunity to meet other members of the group, and forge a mutual understanding between himself and his superiors. He could get a foot in the door - a paw, if you will - and make good use of his talents at last.
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NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG