02-09-2020, 08:56 PM
[span style="text-shadow:1.5px 1.5px #087F6A;"]Sterling[/span]
Seemingly just as he set his bucket down and got settled a rather large green lizard came bounding up to the pair, quickly addressing Sterling by name. What a little eavesdropper! 'Sanzu' "Sanzu, huh? Sanzu Sanzu Sanzu.." He went through his seemingly ritualistic repetition of someones name upon meeting them for the first time. "I am not simply looking for shells, small green one. I am searching for precious treasures! Various pretty and colorful treasures today infact!"
He nodded and gestured his paw over the bucket for the little Dragon to take a look inside. "Gaze upon their glory. If you think you are up to the task, by all means help out. Anything you find that catches your eye can be deposited into my bucket here!" Sterling simply encouraged the young ones that seemed to be growing in a group around him.
Upon being approached by the small horned winged and feathered fox, Sterling would stand up to get a closer look, curious eyes looking her over as his bob tail twitched some. Another kit? After she introduced herself Sterling would give her forehead a little sniff. He was finding himself oddly intrigued by the strange mutations that many of the denizens of this island seemed to have. "Another new face! Mistrim? Mistrim Mistrim Mistrim.. It's a pleasure! Are you here to help collect shells too?" He tilted his head and gestured with a flick of his paw towards the bucket where Quennel and Sanzu were surely already getting started perhaps. Clearly he was looking at Mistrim as if she were a kit, that overly small size didn't help her case in any way. "You may call me Sterling, At your service!" While embracing all of those latent paternal instincts it seems Sterling was able to calm his head just a small bit, though that small bit seemed to be only just enough to stop him from talking to himself for a moment.
Sterling glanced up, ears twitching as the bird landed right behind the new entry. Folks really did seem to swarm atll at once around here didn't they? Not that he minded. "Oh dear, it's the big scary bird once again. In the feathers!" The Lynx seemed to atleast be aware of some semblance of humor in his current state, ears twitching atop his head. When asked about his bucket he stopped, thinking for a moment. He wasn't quite sure either, other than the fact that he simply enjoyed it. His history before the island lead finding small trinkets and objects to giving the Lynx a fairly strong dopamine response; His first caretakers would often praise him for such findings and encouraged the behavior of finding and bringing them objects. This habit turned into something ingrained within him over the years in such a way that even he could not explain. "What else would I use my bucket for if not the treasures of this world? This giant cage has so many pretty things to find!" Sterling quickly moved over to his bucket and shoved his head inside, nosing around for a moment before coming forth with a cobalt blue in color shell, apart for a little sand, it would reflect the light in a rather spectacular way. Carefully holding the end of it between his teeth he proudly walked back over towards the large bird and offered it up. "Here, I'm sure even you can appreciate this one." He gingerly set it down on the ground in front of him, sitting there with a look of pride washing over him. His ears would twitch as the Magna approached, glancing his eyes over the not-a-scarf-salesperson.
Sterling would tilt his head a bit. 'Construction'? Sterling had never had a need to build anything, nor had he attempted to in his life. This was a bit of a foreign concept to the feline. Even when he lived in a more out door enclosure like this one here, he always found shelter already made for him. His tail twitched a bit behind him, turning to face Rin completely. "I don't think I quite understand. And if I don't understand.. then you must be correct in my typing." The Lynx nodded, those ears twitching some more atop his head as a breeze rolled in and made his thick fur ruffle up all over. "My bucket is surely the safest place!" He would suggest, this however was completely wrong. Sterling often tripped and spilled out the contents of his bucket, losing everything he had collected. But that was part of the fun now, wasn't it? More room to find more. "Unless you are suggesting there are others in your camp that would appreciate such things. Then on my honor, I Sterling would gladly bring them back and share them among those of great taste." Those of great taste naturally being anyone that would accept a trinket from him.
He turned his head as Quennel spoke up to Rin, who was worried? This was a delightful spot for sure, the lynx was surely ignorant to the politics and goings on of the island however. Any amount of tensions and violence currently escaped his own little reality of the world.
He nodded and gestured his paw over the bucket for the little Dragon to take a look inside. "Gaze upon their glory. If you think you are up to the task, by all means help out. Anything you find that catches your eye can be deposited into my bucket here!" Sterling simply encouraged the young ones that seemed to be growing in a group around him.
Upon being approached by the small horned winged and feathered fox, Sterling would stand up to get a closer look, curious eyes looking her over as his bob tail twitched some. Another kit? After she introduced herself Sterling would give her forehead a little sniff. He was finding himself oddly intrigued by the strange mutations that many of the denizens of this island seemed to have. "Another new face! Mistrim? Mistrim Mistrim Mistrim.. It's a pleasure! Are you here to help collect shells too?" He tilted his head and gestured with a flick of his paw towards the bucket where Quennel and Sanzu were surely already getting started perhaps. Clearly he was looking at Mistrim as if she were a kit, that overly small size didn't help her case in any way. "You may call me Sterling, At your service!" While embracing all of those latent paternal instincts it seems Sterling was able to calm his head just a small bit, though that small bit seemed to be only just enough to stop him from talking to himself for a moment.
Sterling glanced up, ears twitching as the bird landed right behind the new entry. Folks really did seem to swarm atll at once around here didn't they? Not that he minded. "Oh dear, it's the big scary bird once again. In the feathers!" The Lynx seemed to atleast be aware of some semblance of humor in his current state, ears twitching atop his head. When asked about his bucket he stopped, thinking for a moment. He wasn't quite sure either, other than the fact that he simply enjoyed it. His history before the island lead finding small trinkets and objects to giving the Lynx a fairly strong dopamine response; His first caretakers would often praise him for such findings and encouraged the behavior of finding and bringing them objects. This habit turned into something ingrained within him over the years in such a way that even he could not explain. "What else would I use my bucket for if not the treasures of this world? This giant cage has so many pretty things to find!" Sterling quickly moved over to his bucket and shoved his head inside, nosing around for a moment before coming forth with a cobalt blue in color shell, apart for a little sand, it would reflect the light in a rather spectacular way. Carefully holding the end of it between his teeth he proudly walked back over towards the large bird and offered it up. "Here, I'm sure even you can appreciate this one." He gingerly set it down on the ground in front of him, sitting there with a look of pride washing over him. His ears would twitch as the Magna approached, glancing his eyes over the not-a-scarf-salesperson.
Sterling would tilt his head a bit. 'Construction'? Sterling had never had a need to build anything, nor had he attempted to in his life. This was a bit of a foreign concept to the feline. Even when he lived in a more out door enclosure like this one here, he always found shelter already made for him. His tail twitched a bit behind him, turning to face Rin completely. "I don't think I quite understand. And if I don't understand.. then you must be correct in my typing." The Lynx nodded, those ears twitching some more atop his head as a breeze rolled in and made his thick fur ruffle up all over. "My bucket is surely the safest place!" He would suggest, this however was completely wrong. Sterling often tripped and spilled out the contents of his bucket, losing everything he had collected. But that was part of the fun now, wasn't it? More room to find more. "Unless you are suggesting there are others in your camp that would appreciate such things. Then on my honor, I Sterling would gladly bring them back and share them among those of great taste." Those of great taste naturally being anyone that would accept a trinket from him.
He turned his head as Quennel spoke up to Rin, who was worried? This was a delightful spot for sure, the lynx was surely ignorant to the politics and goings on of the island however. Any amount of tensions and violence currently escaped his own little reality of the world.
[align=center][span style="text-shadow:1px 1px #087F6A;"]"Do not believe madness to be a curse, mortal. For some, it is the greatest of blessings. A bitter mercy perhaps, but mercy nonetheless."
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