11-09-2020, 01:06 AM
Number Nine had never really been artistic, all things considered. It wasn't from a lack of respect for the arts – he certainly saw the appeal and benefits of many different works – but mainly due to a lack of skill. Despite how bright and creative his own appearance seemed to be, with scattered piebald patches and the flowers that hid his eyes, he didn't really have a painting – or drawing – bone in his body. The jaguar had only attempted drawing anything when he was younger, and it had come out disastrous, looking more like an abstract piece than the work of Lewis he had been hoping to create. Ever since then, he had decided to leave art to the true artists, and resolved to protect them. He had always been better at fighting, so what better way to contribute than to make sure that the creative types wouldn't be interrupted? Foamkit was obviously included in Nine's group of "the protected," but it wasn't because the jaguar had previously known him to be an artist. Rather, it was because Foam was a member of Palmclan, and also nothing more than a kit. To not protect him would've been practically a sin, at least in Number Nine's mind.
Of course, the bounty hunter's perception of the little feline shifted slightly as he walked into camp that day, eyes immediately being drawn to the mural that had been painted high above. Nine found himself chuckling, smiling toothily as he drew closer to get a better look. Perhaps some would've felt insulted by being left out of Foamkit's work, but Number Nine found that he didn't mind all that much. After all, he hadn't been living in the group for nearly as long as some around here had, and he didn't have any sort of familial bond with Foam, yet. It made sense that the boy would at first think of those like his father, Rhine, or the pups that were like brothers to him. So, feeling no sense of ill will, Nine just spoke in an impressed rumble, "Wow, Foamkit. I 'ad no idea you had this kind of artistic talent. Maybe I should get you to do a portrait of Lewis 'n' I sometime, eh?" His voice grew a teasing lilt at the end, as he lightly flicked his tail against Foamkit's back. It was meant to be a friendly pat, rather than anything that would startle the child.
Of course, the bounty hunter's perception of the little feline shifted slightly as he walked into camp that day, eyes immediately being drawn to the mural that had been painted high above. Nine found himself chuckling, smiling toothily as he drew closer to get a better look. Perhaps some would've felt insulted by being left out of Foamkit's work, but Number Nine found that he didn't mind all that much. After all, he hadn't been living in the group for nearly as long as some around here had, and he didn't have any sort of familial bond with Foam, yet. It made sense that the boy would at first think of those like his father, Rhine, or the pups that were like brothers to him. So, feeling no sense of ill will, Nine just spoke in an impressed rumble, "Wow, Foamkit. I 'ad no idea you had this kind of artistic talent. Maybe I should get you to do a portrait of Lewis 'n' I sometime, eh?" His voice grew a teasing lilt at the end, as he lightly flicked his tail against Foamkit's back. It was meant to be a friendly pat, rather than anything that would startle the child.
HELLBENT ON MAKING YOU LOVE ME TOO
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[/td][td][div style="margin-top: -6px; margin-left: 5px; height: 75px; width: 250px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px;"]NUMBER NINE is a MALE JAGUAR with HE/HIM pronouns. he is a WARRIOR of PALMCLAN and is 52 months old. he is a BOUNTY HUNTER and is married to LEWIS. he has NO POWERS but is HIGHLY TRAINED. he is physically HARD and mentally MEDIUM. attack in #a97579. played by STILLY.[/td][/tr][/table]