Rainforest Cliffs
He would be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed being feared—oh, there had been something sweet in commanding them to attend him, in watching the fear and loathing spark to life in their eyes.. a kind of thrill, knowing that he had done that. That he held such power, such influence.
Now, he was greeted with respect, admiration, companionship, even the Matron's laughter. His ears waved uncertainly atop his head for a moment, before he snorted and curled his long tail around a hock. Fear and loathing was more removed, distanced; this was so.. personal.
It was almost as if he was just like everybody else.
(Not tempting.)
It was almost as if he had.. friends.
(Tempting.)
"How nice," he simply responded to Otem, unsure of what to say; his voice was bland, despite its intensity, but his gaze landed on her for a second or two. She hadn't offered much of substance, but the Matron was more than willing to fill him in. ".. You are welcome to join any one of our groups in their hunt should you like to observe the good they’re doing." Again, that thing—that he could be just like the others, for better or for worse. That he could.. help fix his home. He narrowed his eyes at the Loricatrunc.
Had she counted on him being unable to refuse such a thing? Kiada approached, with a nod and a smile and some words of.. thanks, he supposed. "I'm glad..?" he responded, tone rising at the end. Was he glad? If this was helping his home, then, yeah, he should be glad, but Kisamoa, Doer of Good Deeds? Kisamoa, not the deceiver and destroyer of worlds?
The gray stallion accompanying her hung back, and a gray mare, one of the Helovians, stumbled upon the group. She voiced what he had felt earlier, and a rough snort tore its way from Kisamoa's chest. Elegant, Oizys.
"I will await the third group," he declared, an unspoken dismissal of those gathered. Since the third group hadn't yet arrived, it was possible they would need help, while the others seemed to be doing alright.
Now, he was greeted with respect, admiration, companionship, even the Matron's laughter. His ears waved uncertainly atop his head for a moment, before he snorted and curled his long tail around a hock. Fear and loathing was more removed, distanced; this was so.. personal.
It was almost as if he was just like everybody else.
(Not tempting.)
It was almost as if he had.. friends.
(Tempting.)
"How nice," he simply responded to Otem, unsure of what to say; his voice was bland, despite its intensity, but his gaze landed on her for a second or two. She hadn't offered much of substance, but the Matron was more than willing to fill him in. ".. You are welcome to join any one of our groups in their hunt should you like to observe the good they’re doing." Again, that thing—that he could be just like the others, for better or for worse. That he could.. help fix his home. He narrowed his eyes at the Loricatrunc.
Had she counted on him being unable to refuse such a thing? Kiada approached, with a nod and a smile and some words of.. thanks, he supposed. "I'm glad..?" he responded, tone rising at the end. Was he glad? If this was helping his home, then, yeah, he should be glad, but Kisamoa, Doer of Good Deeds? Kisamoa, not the deceiver and destroyer of worlds?
The gray stallion accompanying her hung back, and a gray mare, one of the Helovians, stumbled upon the group. She voiced what he had felt earlier, and a rough snort tore its way from Kisamoa's chest. Elegant, Oizys.
"I will await the third group," he declared, an unspoken dismissal of those gathered. Since the third group hadn't yet arrived, it was possible they would need help, while the others seemed to be doing alright.
beauty in darkness
kaos in light
kaos in light
Group 3 (I know some of you are absent/busy but: @Taivas @Aurelia @Ruwin @Pixel (oops)) has the offer of a Kisamoa! Basically, since he counts for one, there need be only one other character to go with him to Akvo City! It doesn't have to be anyone already in the group, it could be someone else too. :)
.. and kaos opened up its eyes
