SOMETHIN' JUST AIN'T RIGHT :: return

[Zjarr]

[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Something had snapped him from his stupor — a creature he had never met before in his entire life stumbling across him and his Forge. This would be the first time in what was likely months (Has it really been that long? he thought with a shudder) that he had interacted with a person outside of Flamey, and, to put it lightly, he was quite simply dumbfounded by the other's appearance in the first place. Confused chocolate eyes fell upon the feline who had asserted that Zjarr looked like shit (in all fairness, a manic, wet, demonic dog didn't look like anything but shit), and he struggled to find any words to force past his lips. What the fuck, how the fuck, why the fuck, when the fuck, where the fuck? How long has he been standin' there? He was normally a perceptive beast, but perhaps the years away from being in a social environment took a toll on him. With a brief yet sharp pang, he came to the realization that he missed the Ascendants and cursed himself for having abandoned them so early. They're long gone now.

But no matter. His primary goal was to at least respond to this literally-who that approached him. "Ain't none of your damn business, that's for sure. Who are you and how the hell did you find this place?" the husky demanded, his voice gruff and indeed vaguely scratchy from his outburst but his expression not entirely upset or aggressive, more frustrated and confused than anything.

Inquisitive eyes traveled along the feline's body once more, drinking in the presence of this stranger with a fiery intensity. Zjarr was certain he had never met him before, but he could say the same for practically every person he had met the past few years ever since he left the Ascendants and took an extensive hiatus from the organized clans of the Island, speaking to others only when they requested his presence and expertise as a smith (the fuckin' best smith in this damn place, he'd gloat) and exchanging few words otherwise. His gaze fell upon the other's accessory, a pendant resembling that of a sharp blade. Quite fitting in terms of their current location. He took a moment to admire it in silence before returning his eyes back to meet the other's, awaiting a response to his questions.

[glow=#f24b00,2,300]cold cold cold[/glow] — ☼