03-31-2020, 02:36 AM
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IM JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD -
♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: ]
He was smart enough to know he shouldn’t let himself be scene. So he took a farther route which Lead him to a field.
In his invisible jaws hung a bag full of masks both broken and in decent condition. He had gathered them in the heavy sack with the intention of returning them to their homelands.
One of his earliest lessons in life was to respect the dead. His native people were not religious but more so spiritual. They believed in spirits good and bad as well as restless ones. Bad and unhappy spirits brought bad things upon the lands until they were pleased or rid of.
Kydobi knew that regardless of what his beliefs were, that the only morally correct thing to do was return these. Please the fallen. To let even the dead know he was trying to right wrongs. However the living Tanglers took it... he didn’t care.
If he could write he would write a letter as of what these were and what he was doing. But he couldn’t. So he would leave the sack here, gently laying it on the floor with respect before turning and padding home.
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: ]
He was smart enough to know he shouldn’t let himself be scene. So he took a farther route which Lead him to a field.
In his invisible jaws hung a bag full of masks both broken and in decent condition. He had gathered them in the heavy sack with the intention of returning them to their homelands.
One of his earliest lessons in life was to respect the dead. His native people were not religious but more so spiritual. They believed in spirits good and bad as well as restless ones. Bad and unhappy spirits brought bad things upon the lands until they were pleased or rid of.
Kydobi knew that regardless of what his beliefs were, that the only morally correct thing to do was return these. Please the fallen. To let even the dead know he was trying to right wrongs. However the living Tanglers took it... he didn’t care.
If he could write he would write a letter as of what these were and what he was doing. But he couldn’t. So he would leave the sack here, gently laying it on the floor with respect before turning and padding home.