04-08-2020, 02:32 AM
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IM JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD -
♕[abbr=male jaguar, 290lbs, no mate, 3 children, physically extreme, mentally difficult]tags[/abbr]-[abbr=wall walker, invisibility, intangibility,enhanced senses, fire & earth elementals]powers[/abbr]♕
[OOC: ]
Yes, maybe Kydobi was spying on the boy. Maybe his father senses were tingling at the fact that a child was not having a good time. So he would stay there, invisibles a well as intangible so the boy couldn’t see or hear him. Kydobi had decided to take the liberty of keeping and eye on the child as a safety precaution. There was no telling if Caesar decided to act or if the boy really was a spy.
Although what he would see wasn't much better either. He was a cat and therefore he was curious by nature. He couldn’t help it. Especially in situations like these, the Ardent wanted to figure out why the boy had such a long face. The morally correct thing would be to reveal himself and ask but he doubted Roan would want to speak to a stranger. So he would remain quiet and watch.
He didn’t get his answer until the boy murmured to himself. His ears pinned against his head. Kydobi could relate to Roan, he was forced to leave his home at a young age. Although he lost track of time, he did remember the one day he celebrated his birthday with his family. It had only been once, Kydobi had fled his home before he had turned two. Unlike Roan, Kydobi had been alone. Each day was rather miserable until he got used to his isolation. Truth be told he couldn’t even remember his own birthday anymore it didn’t hold a lot of significance.
But perhaps today he could change that shitty feeling for someone else. The brute would turn and sprint back to the camp. His large limbs gaining distance quickly to the marketplace. He was in a rush to grab something that would make their day. Or at least a little less solemn.
It took longer than he had liked but eventually he came to an agreement with the NPC. They would place a sweet pastry in a small wooden box and tie that in a sack for Kydobi to carry.
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He would walk towards the little dragon and smile with the sack in his jaw.
“A little bird told me it was your birthday Roan. I may not know you and you may not know me, but everyone deserves to feel special on their day.”
He would gently place it down next to them. Despite its warmth and rather appealing presentation, food beyond meat held little appeal to the carnivore. Once the canvas was set on the ground he would take a step back and sit.
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
♕[abbr=male jaguar, 290lbs, no mate, 3 children, physically extreme, mentally difficult]tags[/abbr]-[abbr=wall walker, invisibility, intangibility,enhanced senses, fire & earth elementals]powers[/abbr]♕
[OOC: ]
Yes, maybe Kydobi was spying on the boy. Maybe his father senses were tingling at the fact that a child was not having a good time. So he would stay there, invisibles a well as intangible so the boy couldn’t see or hear him. Kydobi had decided to take the liberty of keeping and eye on the child as a safety precaution. There was no telling if Caesar decided to act or if the boy really was a spy.
Although what he would see wasn't much better either. He was a cat and therefore he was curious by nature. He couldn’t help it. Especially in situations like these, the Ardent wanted to figure out why the boy had such a long face. The morally correct thing would be to reveal himself and ask but he doubted Roan would want to speak to a stranger. So he would remain quiet and watch.
He didn’t get his answer until the boy murmured to himself. His ears pinned against his head. Kydobi could relate to Roan, he was forced to leave his home at a young age. Although he lost track of time, he did remember the one day he celebrated his birthday with his family. It had only been once, Kydobi had fled his home before he had turned two. Unlike Roan, Kydobi had been alone. Each day was rather miserable until he got used to his isolation. Truth be told he couldn’t even remember his own birthday anymore it didn’t hold a lot of significance.
But perhaps today he could change that shitty feeling for someone else. The brute would turn and sprint back to the camp. His large limbs gaining distance quickly to the marketplace. He was in a rush to grab something that would make their day. Or at least a little less solemn.
It took longer than he had liked but eventually he came to an agreement with the NPC. They would place a sweet pastry in a small wooden box and tie that in a sack for Kydobi to carry.
****
He would walk towards the little dragon and smile with the sack in his jaw.
“A little bird told me it was your birthday Roan. I may not know you and you may not know me, but everyone deserves to feel special on their day.”
He would gently place it down next to them. Despite its warmth and rather appealing presentation, food beyond meat held little appeal to the carnivore. Once the canvas was set on the ground he would take a step back and sit.