05-13-2020, 11:20 PM
it was unusual to see many manmade objects in citon as the tundra was often untouched. life was harsh despite his uncle's victories. though the more they gained in numbers and land, his charisma allowed them to glance over their lack of food for the sick and old. always appearing mighty and righteous on the outside. when he and elk had parted outside their fallen kingdoms borders, it was then holly had come into contact with it much more than he assumed.
building and general architecture were the most common. the entryways were always too narrow for his shoulders to comfortably fit through, but they could also go up. they built things on top of what was already built! then when he discovered they also built sea houses, or more commonly named boats, he knew what he wanted to do. find a place, clan or no, that needed him.
but these weren't just boats he was looking at. these were ships. warships. he could only assume they weren't the only deadly things they had on hand, and he was correct.
ahab's voice had sounded cold and chilling, something reminiscent of echo when he was disappointed, followed by michael's meek addition. he knew it was wrong to break borders and walk on land that was not his own, but could he really be blamed for when he had crashed on it with no awareness? not really, but he had to assume they would think the opposite.
the saber moved calmly and slowly when facing the pair, summoning his uncle's lessons in charm and speech. holly lifted his head high and stood firm, nodding his head to them. "i wasn't aware this island was already claimed- i came here on a passing ship that crashed from the..." he vaguely gestured to the sky. "...aerial attack. i'm not here out of choice. my name is hollow's creek. former lead hunt to the citon clan, though since disbanded. i am not here to cause harm." it would be impossible odds, anyhow. he was too exhausted to utilize his powers to defend himself, and he was sure these were not the only numbers they had telling by the lines of boats and ships on the dock.
building and general architecture were the most common. the entryways were always too narrow for his shoulders to comfortably fit through, but they could also go up. they built things on top of what was already built! then when he discovered they also built sea houses, or more commonly named boats, he knew what he wanted to do. find a place, clan or no, that needed him.
but these weren't just boats he was looking at. these were ships. warships. he could only assume they weren't the only deadly things they had on hand, and he was correct.
ahab's voice had sounded cold and chilling, something reminiscent of echo when he was disappointed, followed by michael's meek addition. he knew it was wrong to break borders and walk on land that was not his own, but could he really be blamed for when he had crashed on it with no awareness? not really, but he had to assume they would think the opposite.
the saber moved calmly and slowly when facing the pair, summoning his uncle's lessons in charm and speech. holly lifted his head high and stood firm, nodding his head to them. "i wasn't aware this island was already claimed- i came here on a passing ship that crashed from the..." he vaguely gestured to the sky. "...aerial attack. i'm not here out of choice. my name is hollow's creek. former lead hunt to the citon clan, though since disbanded. i am not here to cause harm." it would be impossible odds, anyhow. he was too exhausted to utilize his powers to defend himself, and he was sure these were not the only numbers they had telling by the lines of boats and ships on the dock.