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NOTHING SWEET 'BOUT MY MISERY -
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A heart would sink as he recognized the first comer. She was kind enough and he could feel her caution, she had every right to be. Her cries had once filled the jungle and brought tears to Kydobi.
One of the many victims of Jervis and his spree of kidnaps and torture. The jaguar loathed them and had separated himself from the group. The smell of blood and the air heavy with despair was too much. He looked in her eyes briefly before looking down, he had considered saving the prisoners sometime. Even at risk of his own wellbeing, but he hadn’t. For that he felt guilty, immense guilt.
But Kydobi has been a fool, fought for a man who in the end literally pushed him into a knife. So should the day come that he found Jervis... the fox would be no more. He saw the fear the fox had when he got up from the floor despite Goldie’s scimitar.
Anger and hurt had flowed through him, a mission to save his love had let him going. Only to be stricken down and mercilessly mauled by a vengeful angel. The brute nearly growled, Aurum had robbed him of two months of time. Two crucial months in which his supposed children were born.
He snorted and looked at her smiling softly, “I think they’ve lost the right to be upset ma’am. Their home wasnt destroyed, everything they knew wasn’t uprooted. Over some old value that wasn’t even practiced”
Kydobi had had a slave but that was only because the person didn’t desire to be a average Pittian despite Kydobi offering. Don’t want a target on my back like you guys.. And the dog was right. If you were a Pittian, people saw you in a different light despite the good deeds.
He looked at her paws, “You know... the kids there... they don’t understand why I was killed. Why many of us were killed...” it was a gentle whisper, his mind was beginning to relive the moments again. But he brought himself back.
”If I’m going to be honest, I don’t care how the Tanglewooders feel. You guys are far from good, but I do care about my child. I have a son, his name is Piers. I have a daughter as well... Indie is their mother.”
He wants them, he wants to see them. To reassure them that their father did love them. That he was going to be a solid foundation that would never shake or crack or break away from them. They were his and although he hadn’t been searching for them, he had made them out of passion. They were his and he would love them.
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: ]
A heart would sink as he recognized the first comer. She was kind enough and he could feel her caution, she had every right to be. Her cries had once filled the jungle and brought tears to Kydobi.
One of the many victims of Jervis and his spree of kidnaps and torture. The jaguar loathed them and had separated himself from the group. The smell of blood and the air heavy with despair was too much. He looked in her eyes briefly before looking down, he had considered saving the prisoners sometime. Even at risk of his own wellbeing, but he hadn’t. For that he felt guilty, immense guilt.
But Kydobi has been a fool, fought for a man who in the end literally pushed him into a knife. So should the day come that he found Jervis... the fox would be no more. He saw the fear the fox had when he got up from the floor despite Goldie’s scimitar.
Anger and hurt had flowed through him, a mission to save his love had let him going. Only to be stricken down and mercilessly mauled by a vengeful angel. The brute nearly growled, Aurum had robbed him of two months of time. Two crucial months in which his supposed children were born.
He snorted and looked at her smiling softly, “I think they’ve lost the right to be upset ma’am. Their home wasnt destroyed, everything they knew wasn’t uprooted. Over some old value that wasn’t even practiced”
Kydobi had had a slave but that was only because the person didn’t desire to be a average Pittian despite Kydobi offering. Don’t want a target on my back like you guys.. And the dog was right. If you were a Pittian, people saw you in a different light despite the good deeds.
He looked at her paws, “You know... the kids there... they don’t understand why I was killed. Why many of us were killed...” it was a gentle whisper, his mind was beginning to relive the moments again. But he brought himself back.
”If I’m going to be honest, I don’t care how the Tanglewooders feel. You guys are far from good, but I do care about my child. I have a son, his name is Piers. I have a daughter as well... Indie is their mother.”
He wants them, he wants to see them. To reassure them that their father did love them. That he was going to be a solid foundation that would never shake or crack or break away from them. They were his and although he hadn’t been searching for them, he had made them out of passion. They were his and he would love them.