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IM JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD -
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The cluster of Pittians would always gather the Ardent’s attention enough to at least stop by and check. When such gatherings took place by the borders or near the jaguar would especially make an effort to hurry over and see what was happening. Typically there was a trespasser or someone wishing to join.
Considering recent events within the group pertaining particular members, Kydobi would like to arrive early before any conflict happened. Damage control and defusing was what a leader was supposed to do.
As he neared he would smell Tanglewood, it was strong enough to be a massive group or any size needed to worry about. In fact majority of the bodies he saw were Pittians, a large percent were smaller than the strange jaguar save for Astiar.
Most were children and that sort of bothered him, but it wasn’t something he could change. Only time could do that, but the Pitt would have some true loyal members. Of course, he would become much more interested when his eyes laid in the jaguar who was most definitely the tangler. If they were perhaps another species then Kydobi wouldn’t be so open minded. Tanglers were crude and crass for the most part.
As he walked up he would look them over, inspecting them. It was an odd quirk Kydobi had, he had this need to analyze fellow felines and decide if they were good specimens. If they were that further improved his opinion on them. It was a dangerous thing but he couldn’t help it, nor was he aware of it.
Growing up in a kingdom solely made of Jaguars gave him his preferences. In situations like these he tended to be more willing or accepting of the feline’s faults. He would hear Gael tell the stranger it was best to leave and something in Kydobi would clench, “No! No. I would like to hear what they have to say.”
He would lie to himself and say it’s because he wanted to leave a good impression. A solid encounter that they could go back to the swamp and spread tale of. But in truth he got minor comfort from their presence, it made the damaged child within feel safe. It reminded him of the home he had lost deep down and it comforted him. Even if Raymond wasn’t of the same giant variation as his own people, it was still pleasant.
“I’m Kydobi. Who are you?”
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♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: ]
The cluster of Pittians would always gather the Ardent’s attention enough to at least stop by and check. When such gatherings took place by the borders or near the jaguar would especially make an effort to hurry over and see what was happening. Typically there was a trespasser or someone wishing to join.
Considering recent events within the group pertaining particular members, Kydobi would like to arrive early before any conflict happened. Damage control and defusing was what a leader was supposed to do.
As he neared he would smell Tanglewood, it was strong enough to be a massive group or any size needed to worry about. In fact majority of the bodies he saw were Pittians, a large percent were smaller than the strange jaguar save for Astiar.
Most were children and that sort of bothered him, but it wasn’t something he could change. Only time could do that, but the Pitt would have some true loyal members. Of course, he would become much more interested when his eyes laid in the jaguar who was most definitely the tangler. If they were perhaps another species then Kydobi wouldn’t be so open minded. Tanglers were crude and crass for the most part.
As he walked up he would look them over, inspecting them. It was an odd quirk Kydobi had, he had this need to analyze fellow felines and decide if they were good specimens. If they were that further improved his opinion on them. It was a dangerous thing but he couldn’t help it, nor was he aware of it.
Growing up in a kingdom solely made of Jaguars gave him his preferences. In situations like these he tended to be more willing or accepting of the feline’s faults. He would hear Gael tell the stranger it was best to leave and something in Kydobi would clench, “No! No. I would like to hear what they have to say.”
He would lie to himself and say it’s because he wanted to leave a good impression. A solid encounter that they could go back to the swamp and spread tale of. But in truth he got minor comfort from their presence, it made the damaged child within feel safe. It reminded him of the home he had lost deep down and it comforted him. Even if Raymond wasn’t of the same giant variation as his own people, it was still pleasant.
“I’m Kydobi. Who are you?”