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Post by Carjen Brando on Aug 22, 2017 22:57:31 GMT
It was a cool summer night, the heat of the day giving way in a big way beneath a brilliant sky full of stars and paper lanterns sent flying on gentle breezes. They were celebrating something, the prince’s birthday perhaps or the promotion of a new head guardsman or something, Carjen didn’t know, he was a visitor to Cendra. He only came into the city to make deliveries, to peddle his wares and sell his goods like every other filthy merchant in the cesspool. He’d never liked it. The city was small, the walls too close, the buildings crammed together and the streets unusually crowded, it was suffocating. The feline in him writhed as he shouldered his way through the horde, dodging lit candles and waving banners as the people sung and danced. He wanted no part of this. The sooner the sun rose, the sooner he could be back on his way home, back to his library full of books, back to his study full of details and tools. He missed the smell of tanned leather already, the city flooding him instead with the scent of piss and vomit as drunkards danced in the streets.
He sneered as he shouldered by a particularly wasted woman. She paused to give him a good once over, first stunned by his height then lulled by his construction, his lean figure and his chiseled features. She might’ve said something had he given her the time of day but, disgusted, he moved on as swiftly as only a cat could, weaving between the bodies as though it were some kind of dance he had mastered. Somewhere in the distance, drums beat loudly and trumpets blared, they offended his ears and assaulted his senses. He just needed to get to the inn. A good night’s rest then he’d be back home with his pockets full of gold.
Overwhelmed, he ducked around a corner, using the opening to an alleyway to gain some breathing room. It was somewhat frightening the way the jaguar roiled and writhed inside his skin, the way he wanted to just claw and tear until the streets were nothing but a bloody gory mess. But that was not how it was done. He’d topple this kingdom his own way, the right way, the sane way, if there even was a sane way to overthrow a king and out his people. Carjen still wasn’t sure about that. But that was a morality for another time. For the moment, he just breathed, took a second to slick all of his dark hair back into place behind his ears, closing his green eyes for a long moment to clear his thoughts and calm his nerves.
What he really needed was a drink but there was no place that he knew to get one that wasn’t bursting at the seams with party goers. As often as he visited the city he was still so unfamiliar with it. He looked around uncomfortably. The inn, that was all that he needed, to find that damn inn.
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Post by Killian Cruz on Aug 23, 2017 15:54:05 GMT
[attr="class","biggieno"] [attr="class","textieno"]Taking a brisk right, he rounded the corner and planted his back firmly against the wall behind him. Head tipped upwards as he willed his breath to slow and quiet down. Deep hazel eyes were covered by closed lids as chest rose and fell in a brisk rhythm, listening to the sounds of running feet drawing near to his hiding spot. "This way! This way! Come on, faster you imbecile! We'll lose him!!" The gruff men were not at all light on their toes as they hurried by or at least one of them. There were stomping sounds as one seemed to slow down right at the opening of the alley way he was in cloaked by shadows. Opening his eyes he cast them very warily around the corner spotting one man bent over with his hands on his knees. "I can't breathe." he wailed to his companion. "Stupid cat." he hissed again. He huffed and puffed before the other man quickly went back to his heavy breathing partner and yanked him up by the arm to get him moving again. "We can lose him or it will be our heads on the chopping block!" and then he proceeded to pull him along.[break]
Once the coast was clear he could breathe a little easier. Stepping from the wall he peered more out into the opening before starting to step backward and go the opposite direction further into the alley way. Breathing through his nose he knew he was alone at least the musky smelling men anyways. It wasn't often he ran off from the boss's establishment but what could he say? He felt the cat wriggling restlessly and adventure was calling his name. He needed prowl, hunt, and it was all instinct that drove him to do something so reckless.... so careless.[break]
He moved on further down the alley way when his cat felt a curious urge. He wasn't as alone as he anticipated to be and by the smell of it.... it was someone of his own kind. A were-beast of some sort and a cat too. It vaguely reminded him of his companion, Lucia, however, this was musky and more masculine. The closer he got the more he began to make out the dark sillhoute of a form towards the end. Tall and impressive stature from what he could see. His cat was playfully prodding him to go closer and test the waters. "Uh hum." He cleared his throat loudly as to not give the man a reason to be surprised by his sudden appearance if he hadn't heard the ruckus at the other end of the alley way. "Hi." it was an awkward start of sorts but he was by no means good without shoving work into the mix either. At the same time of his curious nature, he was also very wary. One doesn't know what they are stepping into until the situation starts to unfold and of course one also doesn't know what type of spies could be hidden that work for the boss. "You look tense... Everything okay?" The man looked as though he was having some sort of mental battle or maybe he had just come out of one. Was he running like he had been? He shouldn't care about this strangers ailments and though part of him wanted to just continue on walking by the cat in him stilled him with curiosity.
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Post by Carjen Brando on Aug 24, 2017 19:47:02 GMT
Carjen was angrily rubbing his temples when he was touched by the scent of another. It was difficult to make out, the city was crowded with bodies and there was food and piss and vomit everywhere, it really made him feel as though he was drowning in smells. But it thickened, strengthened, as the person neared and the jaguar looked up suddenly, aggressively, an almost audible snarl on his features. But they softened almost immediately.
The man who had approached him was quite the sight for sore eyes. He had beautiful skin, visible even in the low light of the dark alleyway, his jaw peppered in a soft stubble, his hair tossed and disheveled but somehow tasteful. Carjen licked his lips quietly, centering himself. He really wasn’t a fan of being approached, especially not by strangers so far away from the safety of his home and his clan. But the young man looked kind, curious, and he smelled of musk, of cat, of power and grace and wild adventure and the alpha found himself immediately, instinctually, intrigued. He paused to clear his throat, once again running a hand through his dark hair to be sure it was slicked back the way he intended it to be. One hair was being stubborn and falling against his temple, so he had to do this several times before it would stay and he could finally straighten up to his full impressive height, radiating as much composure as he could.
“I’m fine.” He said robotically, his voice wavering a bit as the feline in him stirred. It rolled and roiled beneath his skin, wanting to be released, causing his heart to hammer inside his chest and beat against his sternum. He took a calming breath, closing his eyes briefly to still it. He’d have to go on a hunt after this, something to release this pent up stress. Perhaps he wouldn’t wait until morning to return home. He didn’t want to leave his horse in this cesspool of a city but he could run home as a jaguar and send a servant for Manus in the morning. It would be a good run, he could take down a deer along the way perhaps, maybe find some boar in the grasslands. The mere idea sent his cat reeling again and he rolled his shoulders to calm it again.
He wasn’t going to say anything else, his plan had been to dismiss the young man whose curiosity was getting the better of him and slip away into the crowd. But his jaguar keened and pawed at him, reached out and before he could really stop himself, Carjen found himself speaking again.
“Could use a drink to be honest.”
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Post by Killian Cruz on Aug 24, 2017 23:54:30 GMT
[attr="class","biggieno"] [attr="class","textieno"]Curious hazel eyes stayed on the imposing figure when it finally spoke. His words felt like an automatic reply one he suspected he would have gotten even if the man really wasn't okay. He wanted to prod, step closer, get a better look at this mysterious man who had suddenly intrigued him. This for once was not a work setting this was new. This was different. HIs head tipped to the side throwing a small careless grin in his direction. "I know that look." He said almost confidently. "That's the look of a restless cat." He felt it too. The way his cat shimmed with fiery anticipation ready to pounce on anything that moved. Sink razor edged claws into the soft hide of an unsuspecting victim. "This big cat hasn't had a chance to roam." he tapped the side of his nose as if knowing before he glanced around the shadowy man towards the bustling sound of busy streets and loud talking people. It reminded him of "home"... if he could even call it that and it wouldn't be before long that he would be found and dragged back with claws trying to grasp at what freedom he had left.[break]
His posture spoke of unease and though he hid it well Killian could still see the slight shoulder movement, the twitch of a hand, a roll of the neck. It was all signs of easing tension. Maybe this cat needed a nice good romp -- of course in a non-sexual way that is. All that wound up energy was no good, no good at all. Mischevious gaze once more cast upon the man who finally spoke again and he nodded his head. He wasn't much of a drinker, it wasn't allowed, but then again neither was eating. His 'caretaker' didn't necessarily feed him and he either stole it or a client was nice enough to give it to him. His life was what it was but he wasn't about to go complaining about it. Not while he had a chance to roam freely for a few hours until caught again. This was a chance to mingle with a stranger, dig up some trouble. "There is a small tavern near by if you wish to go. I can tell you the directions or show you. Your choice." He gave him a cheery smile despite being in shadow but with cat eyes, he was sure the man could pick up on something. "My name is Killian if you wish to know." he didn't ask for his in return he suspected if the other man wanted him to know it then he would gladly share it... if not.... then he wouldn't know. Some people liked their privacy after all. "So handsome and mysterious stranger..." his brow rose almost a little challengingly. It wasn't a threatening challenge but more so one that requested some entertainment. "What'll it be."
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Post by Carjen Brando on Aug 25, 2017 22:43:10 GMT
Carjen stilled, stiffened, his eyes turning a bit cold and a tense line appearing in his forehead. Was he projecting too much? The mere idea made him want to snarl and lash out, to turn tail and run before this stranger could see anything more, could glean anymore unintentional information out of him. But his feline half stood firm, pawing, reaching out curiously, licking at its whiskers for more. He tried to straighten and recompose himself, but he was already as composed as he was going to get so it ended up looking more like a restless fidget. The young man was right and he seemed smart enough to read it in the taller cat’s body language. He was trapped in this place, caged by its close walls and all the bodies, the celebration he had little to no care for. He’d kill someone to be out in the open, in the tall grass of a field chasing mice or leaping in the cool night air for a bird, claws out, tail flagging. Being human was suffocating him right now.
But a drink seemed easier to achieve than freedom and it did settle some of the woe, did lull the kitty to sleep and would let Carjen rest for the night so he settled on that target, raising an eyebrow at the stranger before him, but saying nothing at first, only nodding once tersely to show that he understood. The man was a cat shifter too. What kind, Carjen could only guess, but he could definitely guess. He stood strong, was unafraid, confident the way only a powerful predator could be. He was probably a big cat as well. The idea of inviting this man out on a hunt with him struck him cold in the chest but he resisted it, only tilted his head gently, studying the slick serpentine movements of the other shifter. A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth but he again resisted it.
“Carjen.” He introduced himself. Normally, he was super formal with his introductions, including his surname, sometimes his house sigil or something, but the excited wiggling of his cat form distracted him where it pressed beneath his skin. He felt younger, like a teenager about to go on some curfew breaking adventure and he was intrigued by it, it distracted him mightily.
He paused to look over his shoulder at the throng of people on the street behind him, densely packed and leaping against each other in excited revelry. He wasn’t really interested in going back out there, perhaps this Killian knew of a back way to the tavern? He wouldn’t ask but he did look upon his fellow were with some questioning. His eyes were cold in the darkness, a shimmering green that picked up the warm light from the candles and lanterns lit everywhere. The fire danced in those eyes, played in them like it belonged there, the yellow lighting sparks across emerald seas. Carjen blinked slowly, thoughtful.
“A tempting offer.” He started somewhat slyly. He liked being called handsome, he played upon his incredible need for validation as a powerful and intimidating man and it was bringing out things in him that he would’ve rather kept hidden. He grinned, finally unable to hold it back, straight teeth white in the darkness, his fangs visible. “Lead the way. There’s no way I’d be able to follow directions in this crowd. Besides, I could use the company.”
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Post by Killian Cruz on Aug 26, 2017 0:01:15 GMT
[attr="class","biggieno"] [attr="class","textieno"]So the man liked a little petting of his ego. The larger and older cat had seemed to change his posture a little. His energy was reading a little different too almost as though the attention to such a minor yet powerful detail caused an entire shift. His cat was reacting to him and his own was merely drinking it in. As Carjen's change became ever more evident a clear smile finally made its break through and Killian, of course, mirrored it. The smile no matter how small at first had its own charm one in which caused hazel eyes to focus on it for a minute. Such confidence it aspired in the young feline and encouraged him to press further. The slinking of his cat became more pressured, arching and rolling against his tanned skin causing the mere prickles of his nerve endings. He was aware of everything almost to the pinpoint of the electricity in the air around them. He was drawn and enticed.[break]
His cool but deep tone caused the cat's ears to press forwards eagerly as he listened to the sound of this intriguing man's name. It wasn't often someone could merely capture his attention but then again it wasn't often that Killian got to explore freedom. His cat was affectionately more open to the idea of spending time with someone of his own free will. "Carjen." he repeated. Oh, he liked the sound of that and the way the syllables just rolled off his tongue effortlessly. "I like it and not nearly as impossible as some of the names I have run a crossed." With that and the confirmation of Carjen he turned on his heel quickly and moved through the shadows light on his toes with the grace and poise. Every so often he would glance to be sure his new cat friend was following hoping he was as quick as he was mysterious. It would be a bummer to lose him in the dark --- or maybe... it would cause a different and more exciting turn of events.[break]
His cat couldn't help but become more inquisitive with the idea and though it pushed him on to give a bit more speed, Killian resisted for the time being. It was better if Carjen knew what he was up to and not let his playful tendencies get the better of him... even if his cat was wanting to play cat and mouse. "You just move here? I only ask because most natives of the city usually know their ways around." he gave a small shrug as he glanced in the larger man's direction. It wasn't a bad thing it at least gave him reason to keep moving and not get caught sooner than he would like besides it would be a little embarrassing to be drug off from his new companion. They took a few back roads moving from one alley to the next until finally coming upon the small tavern as Killian had promised. "It's small but it gets the job done." At least from what he had heard in passing.[break]
They moved towards the tavern and he waved his hand for Carjen to take the lead from here. This was not really his scene but it wouldn't take him long to learn and pick up on how one held themselves in these type of situations.
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Post by Carjen Brando on Aug 28, 2017 17:10:37 GMT
Carjen smiled slyly, in the only way he really knew how to smile, which was more of a toothy smirk than anything else. His perfectly straight teeth were stark white even in the dark and his sharpened canines were obvious where they peeked over his lower lip. He was seriously enjoying the attention he was getting from this young man, the languid looks, the cute quirks of his eyebrows, he was suddenly not in such a rush to locate that inn. Or perhaps he was, his cat tugged at him, thinking of the bed and the sheets that would be waiting for him- them, there. He was getting ahead of himself though and calmly waved the animal in him away, willed it to calm its impulses. He wanted to get to know this Killian first, perhaps with some luck, he could whisk him away out of this city, at least into the grasslands for a hunt if not further. If he was a werebeast, he belonged with the Chase Fire clan in their keep, he could be an invaluable part of their operation and Carjen simply had to find a way to invite him. But he’d move slowly, cautiously, as he always did, lest he scare the poor guy away by being too forward.
Licking his lips thoughtfully, Carjen fell into step slightly behind his new found companion, following like an obedient dog, something Killian would later find was odd for the usually aloof, self-serving feline. He usually liked to lead in situations, but falling into step behind this particular man came easily to him and he was comfortable, casual, still a little tense from the noise of the celebration but as they moved, the drums grew quieter and the cheers farther away. They took the back alley roads, wobbly and uneven cobblestone paths full of rats and garbage. It smelled awful back here but Carjen was comfortable despite it, the lack of people and the low light, the deep shadows and the dark wood and stone, it was where he was always most at home. It reminded him of his study, all dark wood and stone brick, with just a tiny little lantern on his desk for light, casting the whole room in deep shadow. He loved it there and was finding some love here to. His eyes wandered fondly as they walked.
“No.” He answered idly, hooking his thumbs into the rim of fauld belt he wore around his waist as he walked, keeping pace easily with his long legs and smooth stride. “I only come here to do business, at the most frequent every few months. And it’s rather strictly business, I do not do a lot of wandering around.”
He paused as they reached the tavern, looking up at it from the back where they approached it. It was a tiny little thing, a small rectangle of a building with a thatched roof and a door at the back to quickly dispose of kitchen waste or some such nonsense. Carjen wrinkled his nose a little but didn’t say anything about it. He preferred small establishments to large one, small crowds to more rowdy ones, and this location was far from the city center, near the walls where not so many partiers seemed to have ended up. It seemed quiet, quaint, so, approving he nodded.
“Perhaps that deserves a change. There’s more to this city than I realized.” He said as he walked passed Killian to take the lead. He dipped his head to look down at the shorter shifter and though he didn’t exactly smile, his facial expression was soft and teasing. He followed the path around to the front of the building and lead the way inside, using his impressive stature and natural predatory presence to part the small gathering at the door and make way for himself and his new found friend. The inside of the bar was more inviting than the outside, a warm medium toned wood lined the walls and floors, red oak chairs and tables scattered about. A fire burned in a hearth on the nearest wall but it was more for light than for warmth on the cool summer night. It was comfortable, homey. As they entered, they passed by the bar and Carjen laid a commanding hand on it harshly enough to make a sound so the bartender would look his way. She was tending to someone else but was clearly intimidated by his appearance, decked out in dark leather and looking as cold and as serious as he was, which was funny considering how relaxed and at peace he was on the inside, how his cat keened and purred beneath his skin, its attention on Killian.
“Some fine ale when you get a chance my dear. We’ll be over there.”
He gave her a nod when she agreed before leading Killian over to a table on the far side of the room, away from the door. He wouldn’t admit that he was being considerate of his companion’s situation but he had not missed the brief chase at the end of the ally, the way Killian was ducking and hiding from view whenever they seemed to be in too much light or drawing too much attention. He seemed wary, avoidant of something or someone, so Carjen sat them in the back where they could not be seen from the street. Perhaps that would ease the younger shifter’s concerns a tad. Carjen fell very ungracefully into his chair, tired from a long day. He sat with his legs splayed and an arm thrown over the back of the chair, the physical embodiment of confidence and self-assurance, but he ran a hand over his face with a tired sigh despite it, cracking the façade. After a moment of comfortable silence between them, emerald eyes were drawn up to Killian.
"What about you?" He said, intending to continue their conversation. "You seem to know your way around. Lived here long?"
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Post by Killian Cruz on Sept 2, 2017 17:25:34 GMT
[attr="class","biggieno"] [attr="class","textieno"]He didn't do a lot of wandering and yet here he was caught in his web. A slow smile rested comfortably on his lips as he gave a small nod. "Then fortune must be smiling upon me." he mused. Or perhaps it was the other way around. Right now he wasn't sure who was going to benefit out of this meeting but he had a feeling it was going to be one of the two.[break]
He led the man towards the small tavern and as the older cat stepped passed him, Killian was hot on his heels. Stepping just behind him and eagerly listening to the words that graced his ears. He nodded his head. "This city seems to hold a lot of secrets," he said once more. "Some good and some bad." he, unfortunately, was on the bad spectrum of the secrets. He was part of an underground agency that grew to such a monstrous size it was amazing they were still running. However, the big boss was smart and the big boss knew how to keep things under wraps. He followed Carjen into the tavern and took an inquisitive look around. it wasn't like he had ever been in one, he had, in fact, it was this one but it wasn't something that had happened often enough for him to get a comfortable grasp of it.[break]
He listened to everything even down to how Carjen spoke to the barmaid. A small hesitant expression came to his face as she glanced his way before moving on to sit where the older cat had led him. plopping down a crossed from him his head tipped. "Truthfully I have only been here about a year or two," he answered. He had been with an entertainment business for awhile putting on a show as his cat that was to amuse and amaze all. Only recently had he been sold again to where he was now. Used as a slave for men and women's pleasure. He had been in the entertainment business for as long as he could remember doing all sorts of things that were both amazing and dreadful. "I suppose I am just a quick learner. At least to this area." His work station was in this part of town and because of his general knack for his random want for adventure, he picked up the mapping quick enough to not get caught. "I'm sure you will be just as quick given the chance." Eyes drew upwards when the barmaid brought the ale to their table and Killian placed his hands atop it, leaning forward to relax a little. "So whats a large cat like you, like to do for some fun?" A gleam entered his hazel eyes of a playful nature. "Surely you aren't all business and no play." the words that came from his mouth became teasing and nearly purred on the lingering Inquisition of 'playing'.
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Post by Carjen Brando on Sept 5, 2017 1:11:17 GMT
Carjen listened intently from his relaxed position in the chair. He rested his free hand on his knee which bounced a little with some anxiety as the panther in him rolled and churned like a wave on the ocean, it was unusually active tonight considering how tired and worn out he was. He’d really thought that it was best to just find the inn and be done with this place. But then he’d found someone of interest and suddenly the cat in him was a kitten, bouncing and leaping against his skin, begging for release. He could shift partially to release the tension but, wary of humans, he wasn’t sure he wanted to draw the attention. So instead he simply let his leg fidget in place, gently playing with a loose seam on the leg of his leathers with his thumb. He nodded, listening to the soft tones of the younger shifter’s voice, intrigued.
Only a year or two? Could’ve fooled him, and Carjen was not easy to fool. Killian seemed so comfortable in this place, so relaxed and content among the stone buildings, in the dark shadows of the walls and with the uneven stone floors. He really must’ve been very smart to gain such affluence in such a short amount of time, the taller jaguar realized, and immediately his intrigue deepened. Nothing spoke to him quite like intelligence, especially the cunning intellect of someone not just smart but witty, clever, adaptable. He wanted to see it for himself, to test it and play with it like a cat with a mouse. Trying not to get too excited within himself, Carjen scratched lazily at the underside of his chin. He’d worked pretty much nonstop for the previous two weeks or so, desperate to finish some leathers for a noblewoman’s young daughter who was just starting to accompany her father on hunts. He’d neglected to shave during this time and now his jaw was hairy and bothering him and he scratched at it harshly but said nothing about it. He could’ve probably found a barber in town to take care of it but he was just so busy.
Looking up as their ale was brought over, he thanked the young woman quietly before waving her away casually, eagerly leaning forward to grab one of the tankards by the handle and quickly taking a long gulp of the harsh liquid inside. It burned a little, not enough for the jaguar’s liking, clearly the weak watered down version of ale usually served in public places but it would do, it would lull the panther in him to sleep and hopefully he’d get some rest tonight. Or at least he’d lower his walls and forget his comity enough to ask this lovely Killian to at least come see the keep. Perhaps once he got the other jaguar inside the walls, it’d be easier to convince him to never leave them again. He took another long swig and then set the pewter jug back onto the table roughly, licking his lips. He glanced up at Killian through long lashes, not at all missing the coyness of the other man’s banter, clearly amused by it he grinned lightly.
“I am all business about everything I do, even play.” He started, somewhat unsure of how he wanted to respond. He was honestly a really boring person, he spent most if not all of his time locked up in his study alone, slaving over leather pieces and armor, making careful stitching and etching intricate patterns. He really didn’t go out much, but he liked to, liked to watch the moon rise over the ocean and long walks on the beach on cool nights, he liked to count the stars and make stupid wishes that never came true when certain stars would fall from their places. But he couldn’t say that, how boring, how drab. He sighed softly as he realized he really didn’t have much of an answer and looked away with a masked shame. “I don’t know... I like to hunt, who doesn’t right? I have a castle, way out in the grasslands only a short hop from the forest. I have the best pick of hunting grounds, from boar and pheasants to deer and rabbits...”
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Post by Killian Cruz on Sept 21, 2017 23:32:23 GMT
THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR ME WHEN ALL BEAUTY'S DESTROYED He was fidgeting as he wasn’t entirely accustomed to this kind of setting and to be honest it was built up energy. The cat in him wanted to go on the prowl not sit still in a chair. His legs bounced a little under the table as he listened to the male panther speak and gave a soft amused sound. ”So you like to make sure a job gets done well.” A coy expression on his face now as hazel eyes briefly for a moment hid before reopening almost having a cat-like iris to them. Tipping his head to the side and then resting his chin on his hand. ”Thorough. I like thorough.” He growled pleased giving the other man a wink after he spoke. It also meant he wasn’t the one doing all the work. It was hardly ever he found someone as willing to go all in on the play and not have it be one-sided. Those were boring. However, Carjen was now looking away from him which he found interesting. Since this entire time, the male panther had held an air of assurance. Now as he spoke it was a typical listing. Though there was one word he had clung to. ”A castle you say?” He perked lifting his head up off of his hand. ”Do tell me more. Does this mean I have met some fair royal of some kind?” he didn’t look it, nothing against him, but there was also a thing called disguising. He didn’t know much about the royals that were in the surrounding areas and truly only knew of the immortal king. There were more naturally but none he cared to learn about – at least until Carjen came along. ”You should show me these hunting grounds. I haven’t had a good hunt in quite some time.” No, being a slave to a boss who didn’t care about you really did put a damper on things. ”We should hunt,” he said once again perking up before immediately dousing his excitement. ”I mean when you have time…. And all…. I couldn’t ask you to do so this late of an hour. You must be exhausted.” The way he spoke sounded a little bummed but he at least understood. Of course then again…. the idea of rubbing the older cats muscles into a relaxed state was a rather interesting image to play in his head. word count ✖ @ ✖ notes if you want
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Post by Carjen Brando on Sept 28, 2017 13:35:54 GMT
Carjen shifted a little in his chair. Had someone else done it, it might’ve seemed uncomfortable, sheepish, a shy bashful sort of motion. But he was tall, poised, composed, so when he faltered it was more of a preening. He liked to talk about his castle, loved to go on and on about its details and was always having to hold himself back in conversation, lest he give away every one of its secrets. He had built the thing from scratch, had his hands in the mud with his men as they erected studs and laid brickwork. He’d drawn up the plans at a desk in an inn in a tiny Podunk town, had carted it back and forth in the rain and muck to make changes, to show men, to discuss new ideas of how to improve it and make it perfect. And it was not perfect, he continued to improve it now even years later. It was his home, his pride and joy and the fact that Killian was so interested in it, so impressed, well rightfully so. He deserved that validation god dammit.
“Sort of.” He responded slowly, smiling in a way that was almost genuine, like a father who’d been asked about his only child. “I’m not royalty per say, just a lowly lord of the king. I really have nothing to my name outside of the castle itself but that’s more than most men can say I suppose.”
He paused, tapping the side of his tankard thoughtfully, his heartbeat loud in his ears, the cat inside him panting excitedly. This is where he was supposed to ask. If Killian wanted to see the keep, he could show him, they could be there by morning if they traveled all night and they could hunt along the way, watch each other’s backs, protect one another. It had been a long time since Carjen had been on a romp with a fellow big cat, let alone a hunt and if it could all end with this specimen of a man in his keep, or maybe somewhere more specific, well that was only the biggest plus in all of Oedir. The mere idea of it had the panther in him rolling with excitement, but he made sure to keep it under wraps, smiling warmly down at the drink in his hands before peering upward.
It seemed Killian was having the same thought process. Carjen chuckled comfortably, taking another swig of his ale to fill the time and space as he thought. The logical part of his mind was advising caution, to seek sleep and recuperation, maybe hunt with his fellow shifter tomorrow or the next day. But that was asking too much of his cat self and the rest of him thrummed with the excitement. He set the now empty tankard down again and grinned.
“Would you like to see them? I’d love to show you.” Though he paused and something somewhere inside of him said ‘yes it is much too late, tomorrow perhaps’, in reality he only sat forward eagerly. “Nonsense. If we leave now, we’d be there before morning. I just delivered my last shipment this afternoon, I can catch up on the sleep tomorrow.”
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