04-29-2022, 08:09 PM
[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Zjarr was not one for the illusion of chance, but he felt that perhaps sometime, not so long ago, that he had charmed Lady Luck into sparing his wretched soul, for the odds seemed to be in his favor. For once, he felt healthy, the vigor returning to his sturdy muscles that rippled with life and strength. After years of isolation, he was returning to the clans again, eager for mere moments of interaction, each encounter empowering him further. The demon walked with a sense of optimism, if only until all came crashing down again. Stability was not a particularly common factor in any part of his life, so he treasured the times in which the stars and moons and planets all felt as though they were aligned, bringing him to some kind of peace he could only know in fleeting moments. This was his luck.
And it was luck, he believed, that brought him to the leopard again. The husky, with his signature cap upon him and his satchel slung over his shoulder, had been venturing back to the Ignibus Forge after his visit in Night Spades, grateful that his paws were not weary thanks to the lack of painstaking distance between the clan and his Forge. For a wandering merchant like him, these opportunities were well invited. The leopard wasn't all too difficult to spot laying upon a ledge, her icy blue features distinct as though they were lighthouses illuminating stormy, blackened seas. Admittedly he had wanted to speak to her more amid his visit, but with the arrival of Sneezy, he had to quickly return to the matter at hand and stick to the script.
"Hey," Zjarr said finally. Hey? Don't leave it at that. 'n' take the stupid fuckin' hat off. Nerve-filled paws reached for the cap upon his skull before tucking it into his satchel among the leftover wares that resided within it. "Ah, you're from Night Spades, right? I was visitin' earlier today, recognized ya." Great, now he didn't seem like a creep. Hopefully. "Could I get your name, ma'am?" You suck dick at this. For once he found himself wishing that Flamey had never abandoned him. Maybe he would know what to do.
And it was luck, he believed, that brought him to the leopard again. The husky, with his signature cap upon him and his satchel slung over his shoulder, had been venturing back to the Ignibus Forge after his visit in Night Spades, grateful that his paws were not weary thanks to the lack of painstaking distance between the clan and his Forge. For a wandering merchant like him, these opportunities were well invited. The leopard wasn't all too difficult to spot laying upon a ledge, her icy blue features distinct as though they were lighthouses illuminating stormy, blackened seas. Admittedly he had wanted to speak to her more amid his visit, but with the arrival of Sneezy, he had to quickly return to the matter at hand and stick to the script.
"Hey," Zjarr said finally. Hey? Don't leave it at that. 'n' take the stupid fuckin' hat off. Nerve-filled paws reached for the cap upon his skull before tucking it into his satchel among the leftover wares that resided within it. "Ah, you're from Night Spades, right? I was visitin' earlier today, recognized ya." Great, now he didn't seem like a creep. Hopefully. "Could I get your name, ma'am?" You suck dick at this. For once he found himself wishing that Flamey had never abandoned him. Maybe he would know what to do.
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]cold cold cold[/glow] — ☼
✰ — I'M JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD
zjarr ignibus / tanglewood / hellcat / weapons dealer / plot