07-23-2020, 02:02 PM
[align=center][glow=grey,2,300] and what's wrong with being confident?[/glow]
raising himself upon the forth night of his stay, hebi woke early in the morning, walking along the market while it were quiet, down the mountain slopes and towards the half submerged war-ship. the sound of pages rustling as the jaguar waked along, stopping short of the enterance and pulling the once pristine red- now a brown-stained with old blood- from his leg to flip through it. the encoded words were a mix of German and, well code. symbols that made no sense in the context of the common alphabet.
it was a rare day that hebi wear little. always holding his straps towards his bag along his shoulders, the holster for his usual jasper knifes, even the pendants, teeth and small cockatiel skull that hung draped along his throat. today he were bare save the the strap of leather along his back leg that usually held the book now on the ground.
"alright; those who wish to learn, or sharpen their strengths in battle gather." the jaguar called out, his voice raising from a near growl to a loud roar; hopefully loud enough to gain the attention of those just starting to wake within the houses and further into the territory. his wings remained pinned at his side: despite his voice; roar of attention, hebi didn't attempt a form of intimidation, this wasn't a mandatory lesson, as they would come to learn. just an option, to those who were aware enough to never trust the peace to last.
-- but rather, a whisper
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