02-27-2021, 10:00 PM
CAPTAIN MORRISON
A voice nearby caused his head to turn. Morrison's eyes peered downwards at the small wildcat with her prompt arrival. Rather than lowering to her level to avoid embarrassment, he remained tall and offered subtle smile. "Aloha," he echoed back. The word rolled off his tongue elegantly, curiosity flourishing within his mind. It was not a common greeting. As always, the island dwellers he visited had flare. Nevertheless, he wasn't here to speculate and explore this time around, but rather find a place to settle and find his family. "M'name is Morrison. Captain Morrison." With his introduction, he offered a dip of his head and a paw to his chest. "I'm in need of a place to stay if that's alright with you. I 'appen to hear th..." His voice traveled off into silence.
The dark silhouette of Michael graced his vision and soon enough his rambling managed to meet his ears too. Morrison was amused. He couldn't help it. Couldn't the sweet, little kitty take a joke? A smug smirk curled across his maw and the canine suppressed a chuckle. "How cute," he murmured sarcastically. Even Keona, the smallest feline on the block, kept her cool and didn't take offense. Did he hurt Michael's ego? Was that fragile masculinity Morrison heard? Taking a joke personally is never good for self-reflection. The canine didn't want to dwell on his presumptions too much and instead smoothly transitioned further. After all, hearing the word 'curse' made him snicker. "I'll live. The number of bloaks I've seen under an island 'curse' were usually... well-" His claw encircled his ear. "-little coo-coo up in the noggin in the first place." Not to say that he wasn't. Old age does that to a man.
With Goldenluxury's cautious approach, his golden gaze redirected to the large tiger. His attention merely phased Michael's next words out, watching the girl curiously as she approached hesitantly and remained silent. A soft grin donned his lips. "Greetings, miss," he exchanged momentarily. Morrison concluded if she didn't want to talk, he wouldn't push though.
His pointed features rotated back towards Keona, as she seemed to be the wisest among the group. "As I was saying-" Round hues moved to Michael for a second, only to snap back to the smaller feline milliseconds later. "I'm fiending for somewhere to settle and I heard a certain Pendragon dwells here, so I think this island suits me well." He didn't feel like specifying who. It wasn't their business. "I'm not sure what I can provide, darling, but I am willing to work for your group in return for homage." Morrison never caught her name, so 'darling' suited for now. He didn't want to offend her by taking a shot in the dark, especially given her brave attitude to traverse these lands with her size. In the words of his mentor: 'Never judge a ship by it's flag.'
The dark silhouette of Michael graced his vision and soon enough his rambling managed to meet his ears too. Morrison was amused. He couldn't help it. Couldn't the sweet, little kitty take a joke? A smug smirk curled across his maw and the canine suppressed a chuckle. "How cute," he murmured sarcastically. Even Keona, the smallest feline on the block, kept her cool and didn't take offense. Did he hurt Michael's ego? Was that fragile masculinity Morrison heard? Taking a joke personally is never good for self-reflection. The canine didn't want to dwell on his presumptions too much and instead smoothly transitioned further. After all, hearing the word 'curse' made him snicker. "I'll live. The number of bloaks I've seen under an island 'curse' were usually... well-" His claw encircled his ear. "-little coo-coo up in the noggin in the first place." Not to say that he wasn't. Old age does that to a man.
With Goldenluxury's cautious approach, his golden gaze redirected to the large tiger. His attention merely phased Michael's next words out, watching the girl curiously as she approached hesitantly and remained silent. A soft grin donned his lips. "Greetings, miss," he exchanged momentarily. Morrison concluded if she didn't want to talk, he wouldn't push though.
His pointed features rotated back towards Keona, as she seemed to be the wisest among the group. "As I was saying-" Round hues moved to Michael for a second, only to snap back to the smaller feline milliseconds later. "I'm fiending for somewhere to settle and I heard a certain Pendragon dwells here, so I think this island suits me well." He didn't feel like specifying who. It wasn't their business. "I'm not sure what I can provide, darling, but I am willing to work for your group in return for homage." Morrison never caught her name, so 'darling' suited for now. He didn't want to offend her by taking a shot in the dark, especially given her brave attitude to traverse these lands with her size. In the words of his mentor: 'Never judge a ship by it's flag.'
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