03-27-2022, 11:56 PM
The feline twitched a rounded ear at a familiar noise, and he turned to see the other panther call out to him from below the height of his treehouse before scaling the path up to sit by him. "Who's to say it's not intentional?" Blackjack mused to the other jaguar, a beast he remembered to identify as Jormungand. His voice was calm, playful even, but in spite of his tone, his words came with a subtle sense of seriousness. He was perhaps the furthest thing from a social butterfly, and he valued his privacy and time to himself greatly. If anything, fending off trespassers and people that were destined to bother him was a goal with this home, but he wasn't going out of his way to fence out visitors or set booby traps to deter them from appearing. He simply just preferred they didn't come in the first place, but ultimately it wouldn't be his decision to make.
The Skald was quite intrigued by his presence, he remembered. Almost excited. Blackjack admittedly failed to understand his enthusiasm, but he accepted it nonetheless, for it made it easier to settle into his new home with little setbacks. Not that it mattered what anyone thought of him, but holding a positive (if not feared) status amongst the creatures around him was a generally decent goal to have. It made it easier to ask for favors, get what he wanted with little interrogation, and assume any position or identity he desired eventually. But of course, that sort of silver-tongued power came with time. For now he had to focus on getting to that level of respect and understanding in the first place, and this would be a good place to start.
The jaguar ran his reptilian tongue across his lips as he eyed the other feline curiously, his rich golden gaze traveling down to the pouch that clinked and clanged at the slightest movement. Some kind of container, no doubt. "What've you got there, Jor?" he asked curiously, a ghost of a smile upon his maw. There was an aura of playfulness and the slightest hint of rambunctiousness about the icy-eyed panther that prompted him to drop his formal speech for something more relaxed. He wouldn't waste formalities on someone who wouldn't return them or appreciate them, anyway. Always know who you're talking to. What Blackjack knew of Jormungand right now was that he seemed to be looking to bring a housewarming gift or just to stop by and have a good time.
The Skald was quite intrigued by his presence, he remembered. Almost excited. Blackjack admittedly failed to understand his enthusiasm, but he accepted it nonetheless, for it made it easier to settle into his new home with little setbacks. Not that it mattered what anyone thought of him, but holding a positive (if not feared) status amongst the creatures around him was a generally decent goal to have. It made it easier to ask for favors, get what he wanted with little interrogation, and assume any position or identity he desired eventually. But of course, that sort of silver-tongued power came with time. For now he had to focus on getting to that level of respect and understanding in the first place, and this would be a good place to start.
The jaguar ran his reptilian tongue across his lips as he eyed the other feline curiously, his rich golden gaze traveling down to the pouch that clinked and clanged at the slightest movement. Some kind of container, no doubt. "What've you got there, Jor?" he asked curiously, a ghost of a smile upon his maw. There was an aura of playfulness and the slightest hint of rambunctiousness about the icy-eyed panther that prompted him to drop his formal speech for something more relaxed. He wouldn't waste formalities on someone who wouldn't return them or appreciate them, anyway. Always know who you're talking to. What Blackjack knew of Jormungand right now was that he seemed to be looking to bring a housewarming gift or just to stop by and have a good time.
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