Kimahri's face shot up as he heard the wild rustling across the river, his hands gripping the stick in his hand harder. A pink furred form burst its way out and into the water, splashing and acting like a child, before it finally noticed him in his little spot. Thankfully, it was another Drakiri, and not Hunters. the man let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and he let his grip on the stick loosen. His ears flicked against his shoulders and he let out a small growl, though it sounded puny, being in human form. "you should be more careful around these parts," he warned.
He turned his attention back to cooking his fish. He had no knowledge of who this stranger Drakiri was, and if he was being honest with himself he was secretly glad of the company, even if he didn't know her. It was rude of him not to respond to her, but the man didn't feel up to it yet. He kept himself closed off to the world for his own selfish reasons, and he was about to change now. In his train of thought, he started to zone out. He was staring at his fish on the stick, but it felt as if he was looking through it. He heard little remnants of laughter and memories of whispers in his mind, and his brows furrowed even harder. From the outside, it looked as if he was angry at the fish.
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Kimahri's face shot up as he heard the wild rustling across the river, his hands gripping the stick in his hand harder. A pink furred form burst its way out and into the water, splashing and acting like a child, before it finally noticed him in his little spot. Thankfully, it was another Drakiri, and not Hunters. the man let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and he let his grip on the stick loosen. His ears flicked against his shoulders and he let out a small growl, though it sounded puny, being in human form. "you should be more careful around these parts," he warned.
He turned his attention back to cooking his fish. He had no knowledge of who this stranger Drakiri was, and if he was being honest with himself he was secretly glad of the company, even if he didn't know her. It was rude of him not to respond to her, but the man didn't feel up to it yet. He kept himself closed off to the world for his own selfish reasons, and he was about to change now. In his train of thought, he started to zone out. He was staring at his fish on the stick, but it felt as if he was looking through it. He heard little remnants of laughter and memories of whispers in his mind, and his brows furrowed even harder. From the outside, it looked as if he was angry at the fish.
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