12-25-2019, 10:39 AM
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NOTHING SWEET 'BOUT MY MISERY -
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The cicadas face brought more than just feelings of warmth and companionship. The dragon’s appearance also brought heavy memories, of the beginning of the ill-fated raid that had brought them all to defeat.
When he heard the familiar chatter and buzz his mind was snatched from the present and thrown into the past. His heart was pumping as he flexed his claws into the earth, if anyone was sensitive enough the would be able to feel the earth vibrate under there paws. He knew the battle was over and yet he couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help but feel terror in knowing what would happen. These were memories left sitting in his head, he had died before they could be processed and accepted and so he was stuck with having to manage the overflow of them all at once.
In silent flashback, he would only be brought out of when he smelled her. Her as in them. Aine and Goldie. Who new two people who stirred such polar emotions within the jaguar could be within the same vicinity.
“Mist-mister Kydobi?”
The vision faded and his body relaxed, muscles no longer flexing and rippling with stress and bewilderment. She brought him back to reality and he would exhale looking at her softly. She cried she knew it in Gael’s fur and Kydobi frowned. To know he was the cause of such deep sorrow in a child so young was making him tear up.
He felt guilty and obligated to make it up to her, “i-I’m sorry Aine...” he would look away from her as he tried to come up with something else to say but he couldn’t. There was nothing to say.
Although in slight denial, everyone was confirming the very thing he wanted to be a lie. He had died. Or at least it seemed like it. Perhaps he was in a coma? Some deep stasis in which he appeared dead? But why hadn’t he suffocated in his grave, a quiet voice would ask. That he wasn’t sure.
A scarred face would look at Astiar and Kydobi would give a weak smile. Immediately eyes would look to the damaged lake and his gaze darkened. Who had done that? Who would hurt such a kind beast? Where was everyone else? Caught in a flurry of questions he would slowly growl, everyonce in a while he would see people. Aurum. Jervis. Idyll... people he blamed for this.
But I’m that crowd of enemies, Goldie’s face did not appear. But she did show up and she did stay back and for that he was grateful. He no longer hated her as viciously as before but he would not ever like her. Perhaps some cold respect. The very person he was trying to protect had proven Goldie right. At the expense of his life. There was a flicker of pain where the scimitar had not only dug deep but shocked him. He would look and see a jagged scar. So it seemed his body was a new, healed and healthier than ever.. but there still had to be reminders. He had no knowledge of the scars upon his face yet.
His gaze would shift to Goldie, eyes on her own. There was no expression whatsoever. “Where is Jervis?”, he would ask with a scratchy voice roughened by a low growl. Part of him hoped the brute was dead, that the vermin died painfully and slowly. The other half wished the opposite, he wanted to taste the fox’s blood in his maw for what they had done to him. He wanted to eat them, as brutal and savage that sounded... it was true. Kydobi had made a mistake with them and the Ardent had abused and exploited Kydobi’s loyalty till the very end. The fox had ruined the jaguars reputation among the other groups.
It was the answer to Kydobi’s “why the hell are we all here still”. Because they had no where else to go. Because they all were here still. Familiarity and companionship. Because no one wanted to sacrifice that feeling for one of alienation. There was a stain on each and everyone of their names just because they were Pittian... no one would accept them like each other would. And so they stayed.
It was why Kydobi came back. This was his family. He loved them.
Even though he had been focused on something entirely else, it wouldn’t be for long. He sensed their arrival and he couldn’t help but stand up eagerly. His nose and ears heard them before his eyes saw them... but they would come for him no doubt.
He spotted them in his favorite form of theirs. The familiar vitiligo pelt brought more comfort than anyone. He chuffed softly, tail rippling with eagerness.
The Marauder watched them come closer and closer, he did not miss the way they did it. Had they gone completely blind? It didn’t matter, they were alive. He would raise his chin and straighten his posture when he anticipated a nuzzle. But he was met with a warm tongue on his face. He was disappointed, but he understood he was not clean. They would make up for it later though, he was sure.
The grave had been so cold. All he found here was warmth and he was ever grateful. Surrounded by people who cared for him as he did to them.
He looked at Goldie once more, perhaps asking her to come closer. He felt she wanted to say something and he couldn’t help but be curious as to what.
A welcome back? Or some bitter words.
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♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: ]
The cicadas face brought more than just feelings of warmth and companionship. The dragon’s appearance also brought heavy memories, of the beginning of the ill-fated raid that had brought them all to defeat.
When he heard the familiar chatter and buzz his mind was snatched from the present and thrown into the past. His heart was pumping as he flexed his claws into the earth, if anyone was sensitive enough the would be able to feel the earth vibrate under there paws. He knew the battle was over and yet he couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help but feel terror in knowing what would happen. These were memories left sitting in his head, he had died before they could be processed and accepted and so he was stuck with having to manage the overflow of them all at once.
In silent flashback, he would only be brought out of when he smelled her. Her as in them. Aine and Goldie. Who new two people who stirred such polar emotions within the jaguar could be within the same vicinity.
“Mist-mister Kydobi?”
The vision faded and his body relaxed, muscles no longer flexing and rippling with stress and bewilderment. She brought him back to reality and he would exhale looking at her softly. She cried she knew it in Gael’s fur and Kydobi frowned. To know he was the cause of such deep sorrow in a child so young was making him tear up.
He felt guilty and obligated to make it up to her, “i-I’m sorry Aine...” he would look away from her as he tried to come up with something else to say but he couldn’t. There was nothing to say.
Although in slight denial, everyone was confirming the very thing he wanted to be a lie. He had died. Or at least it seemed like it. Perhaps he was in a coma? Some deep stasis in which he appeared dead? But why hadn’t he suffocated in his grave, a quiet voice would ask. That he wasn’t sure.
A scarred face would look at Astiar and Kydobi would give a weak smile. Immediately eyes would look to the damaged lake and his gaze darkened. Who had done that? Who would hurt such a kind beast? Where was everyone else? Caught in a flurry of questions he would slowly growl, everyonce in a while he would see people. Aurum. Jervis. Idyll... people he blamed for this.
But I’m that crowd of enemies, Goldie’s face did not appear. But she did show up and she did stay back and for that he was grateful. He no longer hated her as viciously as before but he would not ever like her. Perhaps some cold respect. The very person he was trying to protect had proven Goldie right. At the expense of his life. There was a flicker of pain where the scimitar had not only dug deep but shocked him. He would look and see a jagged scar. So it seemed his body was a new, healed and healthier than ever.. but there still had to be reminders. He had no knowledge of the scars upon his face yet.
His gaze would shift to Goldie, eyes on her own. There was no expression whatsoever. “Where is Jervis?”, he would ask with a scratchy voice roughened by a low growl. Part of him hoped the brute was dead, that the vermin died painfully and slowly. The other half wished the opposite, he wanted to taste the fox’s blood in his maw for what they had done to him. He wanted to eat them, as brutal and savage that sounded... it was true. Kydobi had made a mistake with them and the Ardent had abused and exploited Kydobi’s loyalty till the very end. The fox had ruined the jaguars reputation among the other groups.
It was the answer to Kydobi’s “why the hell are we all here still”. Because they had no where else to go. Because they all were here still. Familiarity and companionship. Because no one wanted to sacrifice that feeling for one of alienation. There was a stain on each and everyone of their names just because they were Pittian... no one would accept them like each other would. And so they stayed.
It was why Kydobi came back. This was his family. He loved them.
Even though he had been focused on something entirely else, it wouldn’t be for long. He sensed their arrival and he couldn’t help but stand up eagerly. His nose and ears heard them before his eyes saw them... but they would come for him no doubt.
He spotted them in his favorite form of theirs. The familiar vitiligo pelt brought more comfort than anyone. He chuffed softly, tail rippling with eagerness.
The Marauder watched them come closer and closer, he did not miss the way they did it. Had they gone completely blind? It didn’t matter, they were alive. He would raise his chin and straighten his posture when he anticipated a nuzzle. But he was met with a warm tongue on his face. He was disappointed, but he understood he was not clean. They would make up for it later though, he was sure.
The grave had been so cold. All he found here was warmth and he was ever grateful. Surrounded by people who cared for him as he did to them.
He looked at Goldie once more, perhaps asking her to come closer. He felt she wanted to say something and he couldn’t help but be curious as to what.
A welcome back? Or some bitter words.