02-08-2020, 08:11 PM
//oh!! he's not actually huge! he's roughly the size of a tiger, like goldie (willing to bet goldie is bigger than him tho)
specifically he's 3'3" (about 1 meter) tall
His theory that this island was inhabited by nothing but cats with peculiar traits was almost confirmed by now. A new one had joined the fray. Rather than wings, this one had four eyes. And a split tail. For a moment - a little longer than a moment - he stared at her, while she stared at him. This seemed to be the one with the most medical knowledge. Enthusiast? No, that didn't seem to be the case.
Was he an enthusiast? Not for medical knowledge, no. Would any knowledge seeker be considered an 'enthusiast'? What drew the line between the distinctions?
He let his thoughts fade into the back of his mind, to be resurfaced at a later date. Listening quietly to the ocelot's words as she sat beside him, he said nothing. Her words were blunt, almost empty. Like him? No, not quite. She still had something he didn't. What? What was it? He still couldn't figure out what it was he lacked, what would finally allow him to fully understand the feelings of those that lived around him. Or, perhaps, to feel those emotions himself. That was what unsettled anyone who spoke to him - he had no emotions. He had nothing to relate to others.
The dragon stared intensely at the healer cat. Perhaps he would inquire later. She was the closest case to his own that he had met in his whole life. Had she been born like him? Had she found the answer that he could not?
"Yes," he answered to her instructions. The reptile laid still while she worked on the bite on his shoulder, and memories flashed back to the set of jaws that had inflicted it. He could still feel the snap of a neck in his grip, the collapse of the body on the stone.
Twisting his head around to get a better look at her, he said, "I am unfamiliar with the wildlife in this location. As such, I have not been able to hunt in a sustaining manner, and water has been a rare commodity." His voice had a light rasp. "I do need both." For another minute he was quiet, feeling the sting and burn of his cuts and scrapes as they were treated with the liquid called moonshine. "My name is Ska'arq," he added.
[align=center]ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGSspecifically he's 3'3" (about 1 meter) tall
His theory that this island was inhabited by nothing but cats with peculiar traits was almost confirmed by now. A new one had joined the fray. Rather than wings, this one had four eyes. And a split tail. For a moment - a little longer than a moment - he stared at her, while she stared at him. This seemed to be the one with the most medical knowledge. Enthusiast? No, that didn't seem to be the case.
Was he an enthusiast? Not for medical knowledge, no. Would any knowledge seeker be considered an 'enthusiast'? What drew the line between the distinctions?
He let his thoughts fade into the back of his mind, to be resurfaced at a later date. Listening quietly to the ocelot's words as she sat beside him, he said nothing. Her words were blunt, almost empty. Like him? No, not quite. She still had something he didn't. What? What was it? He still couldn't figure out what it was he lacked, what would finally allow him to fully understand the feelings of those that lived around him. Or, perhaps, to feel those emotions himself. That was what unsettled anyone who spoke to him - he had no emotions. He had nothing to relate to others.
The dragon stared intensely at the healer cat. Perhaps he would inquire later. She was the closest case to his own that he had met in his whole life. Had she been born like him? Had she found the answer that he could not?
"Yes," he answered to her instructions. The reptile laid still while she worked on the bite on his shoulder, and memories flashed back to the set of jaws that had inflicted it. He could still feel the snap of a neck in his grip, the collapse of the body on the stone.
Twisting his head around to get a better look at her, he said, "I am unfamiliar with the wildlife in this location. As such, I have not been able to hunt in a sustaining manner, and water has been a rare commodity." His voice had a light rasp. "I do need both." For another minute he was quiet, feeling the sting and burn of his cuts and scrapes as they were treated with the liquid called moonshine. "My name is Ska'arq," he added.
[i]note - ska'arq does NOT have the necklace as shown in his pfp
![[Image: squawk.gif]](https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/405754444454559756/423199229599547418/squawk.gif)
THE DANGER DOESN’T REGISTER ,
THE FEAR FEELS LIKE AN ACT !
dragon — emotionless — tags — typhoon — roleplayed by cakie !