07-13-2020, 06:19 PM
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IM JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD -
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[OOC: ]
He knew who the wolf was well enough, although he did not really know him. The face of Raziel was an old one to the massive feline. One of first he had come across when he had first arrived to these lands. Perhaps it was fate that played a hand in where he ended up, if Goldie had been a little kinder... he may not have ever ventured to the Pitt.
But the Jungle called now as much as it did then. Out of the two jungle bound groups... The Pitt was where he was welcomed. The Pitt was where he stayed. Where he died. Where he experienced so much.
Of course, the salty scent of pirates would put urgency in the jaguar's movements. It was never a good thing when he caught wind of them near their territory. Besides, they were the cause of all the ruin. Everytime... it was Goldie. If they thought Kydobi had forgotten that, they were wrong. If they thought he was going to forgive and never retaliate they were wrong. The difference between him and the Ardent before was he was a hunter. He was patient, but set on his goals. He worked on them till they were accomplished and the downfall of those who ruined it all- the cause of all his work would receive due payment. Of course, there was no harm in letting them think he was weak. Sometimes he was. He didn't like to take action until he had surely observed and knew exactly how and what was going to happen. The bold and brash movements of the previous leaders had ultimately lead to severe checkmates. It was time to calculate now.
Which was why the jaguar had planned to send a party towards the band of pirates after the tremors, but duties had caught up to him and he had forgotten. It seemed they had the worst damage from the direction of the meteors. A party would've given the brute a chance to assess and see just exactly how much they had suffered. It also would've doubled by letting the Pitt seem more caring, especially if he offered assistance. But that was a chance left in the wind somewhere, no need to dwell.
It seemed Gael and Aine had arrived among others. To his pleasure, it was just the wolf.
"Oh, Raziel.", he flicked his ears. He much would've preferred this to be on their territory, not his own. The only person who would be assessing and gaining intel was the wolf, "May I ask you what brings you here today?" Alone?
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♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: ]
He knew who the wolf was well enough, although he did not really know him. The face of Raziel was an old one to the massive feline. One of first he had come across when he had first arrived to these lands. Perhaps it was fate that played a hand in where he ended up, if Goldie had been a little kinder... he may not have ever ventured to the Pitt.
But the Jungle called now as much as it did then. Out of the two jungle bound groups... The Pitt was where he was welcomed. The Pitt was where he stayed. Where he died. Where he experienced so much.
Of course, the salty scent of pirates would put urgency in the jaguar's movements. It was never a good thing when he caught wind of them near their territory. Besides, they were the cause of all the ruin. Everytime... it was Goldie. If they thought Kydobi had forgotten that, they were wrong. If they thought he was going to forgive and never retaliate they were wrong. The difference between him and the Ardent before was he was a hunter. He was patient, but set on his goals. He worked on them till they were accomplished and the downfall of those who ruined it all- the cause of all his work would receive due payment. Of course, there was no harm in letting them think he was weak. Sometimes he was. He didn't like to take action until he had surely observed and knew exactly how and what was going to happen. The bold and brash movements of the previous leaders had ultimately lead to severe checkmates. It was time to calculate now.
Which was why the jaguar had planned to send a party towards the band of pirates after the tremors, but duties had caught up to him and he had forgotten. It seemed they had the worst damage from the direction of the meteors. A party would've given the brute a chance to assess and see just exactly how much they had suffered. It also would've doubled by letting the Pitt seem more caring, especially if he offered assistance. But that was a chance left in the wind somewhere, no need to dwell.
It seemed Gael and Aine had arrived among others. To his pleasure, it was just the wolf.
"Oh, Raziel.", he flicked his ears. He much would've preferred this to be on their territory, not his own. The only person who would be assessing and gaining intel was the wolf, "May I ask you what brings you here today?" Alone?