02-20-2020, 11:29 PM
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STILL THOSE VOICES ARE CALLING FROM FAR AWAY -
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Kydobi really couldn’t have been farther from where the Tanglers had decided to gather. Preoccupied with his thoughts and mundane tasks, the Leroy showing up was so far from his mind. So far.
But he had always been aware of his surroundings. For some reason his name had power, it snatched his attention. So no matter the distance, he would hear someone holler his name.
Leroy was no exception, hearing his name screamed with so much anger nearly yanked his neck. He jerked it up and ears perked, head swiveling to search for the direction. Meanwhile his heart was thundering, minority panicking.
Not again.
Not again.
Not again.
It had been a moment since he had terrible flashbacks but the chaos of it all rushed into him and he lurched forward trying to catch his breath. But he couldn’t. People were going to die again. People are going to die again. People are going to die despite his efforts to make some sense of peace and normalcy.
He would stand there frozen for a moment before he gathered himself. There was no screams... focusing on the noises around him and on the distance he heard no signs of struggle. But he did hear Aurum yelling at someone. That was a voice he couldn’t forget. Thankfully, fear and dread was replaced with a nonchalant disgust and loathing. Not this man again. Really, he was tired of Aurum. Tired of Leroy. But especially Aurum.
Tired of them all.
If they wanted to harm us they would’ve by now, he would tell himself. They didn’t have as much nobility as they all thought. This would slow the thundering of his heart but it did not quiet the roar of anxiety in his ears.
Quickly he would head toward the gathering smells of Pitt and Tangle. The overbearing stench of swamp allowed Kydobi to guess there was a sizable number of Tanglers. Of course there was, but Kydobi wouldn’t let them intimidate him. And Leroy? Hollering about Kydobi listening to his demands? That nearly made the jaguar laugh. The fool should know that even the most stern command was nothing but a mere suggestion to someone who refused to bend.
Truth be told he was tired of Tanglewood thinking they could bully the Pitt. Kydobi tried to stay out the way and let hostility die down but it seemed fate had other ideas.
The most annoying thing was that Kydobi couldn’t fathom why Leroy bothered trekking a large sum if not all of his group through the desert. Really, what could’ve caused this?
He could see them through the dense foliage, just spots of faces and pelts through the smallest gaps between leaves. Of course, it was all of them. Of course. Kydobi held back a snort. He would close his eyes and slow his breath. Shoving the storm of emotions deep down in his body. He wouldn’t forget it, no. It always came out sooner than later when he was alone.
But never around others and he would be damned before he let Tanglewood know how much stress and trauma they caused him. There was people to protect. Eyes focused on Aine and.. damn Sweeney looking bold as ever. The way Aine pressed against Gael hardened his gaze. Such terror...
He would destroy Tangle for sure. Yet this took time. A lot of time. The period from Jervis death to now was not even near enough to what was needed. Time to gather numbers. Strengthen bonds. Heal the land. Mostly heal the people.
But the rug of security was yanked from under Kydobi. He would adapt and survive, he always did. Just nowadays he had to look after more than just his self.
Finally having gained his full composure Kydobi would emerge from the thick foliage. A shadow breaking apart from the mass of darkness. His head held high and posture at its signature regal stance. A handsome face would be stoic as ever perhaps even bored. Because he was bored. This was beginning to become stale. These games of argue and attack were old and the Ardent was done. Their poor attempts to terrify were outdated. These people would not evoke fear.
That was done.
His demeanor was calm and nonchalant despite his brief panic attack. Even though he had shoved them to the side, Kydobi couldn’t forget how he truly felt. The emotions were far from the front of his mind but he was constantly aware of them sitting in his gut. The only indicator of his rage, hate, and fear was his glowing eyes of molten. That was it only. pride would not let him show it and he wasn’t being so calm for just himself or just to piss of Tanglewood. No, he was being calm for his people. To show them that they didn’t have to worry.
As he neared he would slowly pad over to Gael and Aine and dip his head in greetings.
“Do not worry Aine. Things will be fine.”, because already he was deciding plans to murder Leroy. Eradicate the threat the resided in the swamp. This would not do at all. This attempt at peace... failed. Unless Leroy has intentions of discussing neutrality but from the looks of it that was far off.
“Sweeney. Stand by Gael or go back to camp. Now.”, his voice lead no room for complaint or negotiation. That was a cold and straight order.
Finally his eyes rested on Leroy, “You Tanglers do love your shows.”, he would tilt his powerful head to the left, looking at Leroy in the manner of a mother amused but disappointed at her child, “What is all this about?”
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[OOC: ]
Kydobi really couldn’t have been farther from where the Tanglers had decided to gather. Preoccupied with his thoughts and mundane tasks, the Leroy showing up was so far from his mind. So far.
But he had always been aware of his surroundings. For some reason his name had power, it snatched his attention. So no matter the distance, he would hear someone holler his name.
Leroy was no exception, hearing his name screamed with so much anger nearly yanked his neck. He jerked it up and ears perked, head swiveling to search for the direction. Meanwhile his heart was thundering, minority panicking.
Not again.
Not again.
Not again.
It had been a moment since he had terrible flashbacks but the chaos of it all rushed into him and he lurched forward trying to catch his breath. But he couldn’t. People were going to die again. People are going to die again. People are going to die despite his efforts to make some sense of peace and normalcy.
He would stand there frozen for a moment before he gathered himself. There was no screams... focusing on the noises around him and on the distance he heard no signs of struggle. But he did hear Aurum yelling at someone. That was a voice he couldn’t forget. Thankfully, fear and dread was replaced with a nonchalant disgust and loathing. Not this man again. Really, he was tired of Aurum. Tired of Leroy. But especially Aurum.
Tired of them all.
If they wanted to harm us they would’ve by now, he would tell himself. They didn’t have as much nobility as they all thought. This would slow the thundering of his heart but it did not quiet the roar of anxiety in his ears.
Quickly he would head toward the gathering smells of Pitt and Tangle. The overbearing stench of swamp allowed Kydobi to guess there was a sizable number of Tanglers. Of course there was, but Kydobi wouldn’t let them intimidate him. And Leroy? Hollering about Kydobi listening to his demands? That nearly made the jaguar laugh. The fool should know that even the most stern command was nothing but a mere suggestion to someone who refused to bend.
Truth be told he was tired of Tanglewood thinking they could bully the Pitt. Kydobi tried to stay out the way and let hostility die down but it seemed fate had other ideas.
The most annoying thing was that Kydobi couldn’t fathom why Leroy bothered trekking a large sum if not all of his group through the desert. Really, what could’ve caused this?
He could see them through the dense foliage, just spots of faces and pelts through the smallest gaps between leaves. Of course, it was all of them. Of course. Kydobi held back a snort. He would close his eyes and slow his breath. Shoving the storm of emotions deep down in his body. He wouldn’t forget it, no. It always came out sooner than later when he was alone.
But never around others and he would be damned before he let Tanglewood know how much stress and trauma they caused him. There was people to protect. Eyes focused on Aine and.. damn Sweeney looking bold as ever. The way Aine pressed against Gael hardened his gaze. Such terror...
He would destroy Tangle for sure. Yet this took time. A lot of time. The period from Jervis death to now was not even near enough to what was needed. Time to gather numbers. Strengthen bonds. Heal the land. Mostly heal the people.
But the rug of security was yanked from under Kydobi. He would adapt and survive, he always did. Just nowadays he had to look after more than just his self.
Finally having gained his full composure Kydobi would emerge from the thick foliage. A shadow breaking apart from the mass of darkness. His head held high and posture at its signature regal stance. A handsome face would be stoic as ever perhaps even bored. Because he was bored. This was beginning to become stale. These games of argue and attack were old and the Ardent was done. Their poor attempts to terrify were outdated. These people would not evoke fear.
That was done.
His demeanor was calm and nonchalant despite his brief panic attack. Even though he had shoved them to the side, Kydobi couldn’t forget how he truly felt. The emotions were far from the front of his mind but he was constantly aware of them sitting in his gut. The only indicator of his rage, hate, and fear was his glowing eyes of molten. That was it only. pride would not let him show it and he wasn’t being so calm for just himself or just to piss of Tanglewood. No, he was being calm for his people. To show them that they didn’t have to worry.
As he neared he would slowly pad over to Gael and Aine and dip his head in greetings.
“Do not worry Aine. Things will be fine.”, because already he was deciding plans to murder Leroy. Eradicate the threat the resided in the swamp. This would not do at all. This attempt at peace... failed. Unless Leroy has intentions of discussing neutrality but from the looks of it that was far off.
“Sweeney. Stand by Gael or go back to camp. Now.”, his voice lead no room for complaint or negotiation. That was a cold and straight order.
Finally his eyes rested on Leroy, “You Tanglers do love your shows.”, he would tilt his powerful head to the left, looking at Leroy in the manner of a mother amused but disappointed at her child, “What is all this about?”