walking on the light — private, damian

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  • zenon knew about his little wandering habit. he tried keeping it under control. by now, though, he was realizing that he wasn't as good at keeping to one territory as he thought he was. his paws would start moving and then zenon would space out, his paws then continuing to carry him across the border of the rogues, and before he even knew it he'd wind up somewhere completely different. sometimes it wasn't too far off, sometimes it was. he still remembered his embarrassment after not noticing he'd wandered into a desert, of all places. people always expressed surprise that the sanguine ruins hadn't torn him to shreds, but the guy he'd met up with had been nice, had escorted him back to the rogues.


    he guessed that, sometimes, people would actually be nice. he could make new friends with this habit, though he knew his siblings might scream if they knew how far he'd wandered away this time.


    a satchel was flung over his shoulder, keeping watch for any helping herbs or something that he could collect and bring back to the rogues. they could always use medicine, especially now that they were healing from their fight with the bears. a small hum falling from the ocelot's lips, he walked without any fear, stopping every so often to study a certain plant.


    [ Damian 'Roguewar' Dimera sorry it took a while!! i'm kinda busy rn lmao. ]

    have strength, just endure a little more

    —— i'll be next to you & tags

  • DAMIAN 'ROGUEWAR' DIMERA

    TAGS


    THE DEEP STARES BACK, SPEAKS TO ME

    It was hard sometimes, existing, but he found ways to make it work. To make the cravings stop. To keep himself in check. The clan had helped with that a lot. It took a lot of time and focus to get things going and keep them running, and he had to admit that it had been keeping him busy and tired out enough to burn away any reckless impulses he'd been having. Thus, when the jaglion ventured out that day to patrol the borders of the Steppe, it was with a far more relaxed personna than he'd had any other time. In fact, the handsome, battlescarred youth was actually enjoying the day. Spring was in the air and he could almost taste the fresh warmth in the air and the cool, refreshing breeze that lacked any sort of chill. It was the sort of day that asked for things to be accomplished, and he'd found that sitting around camp just wasn't going to cut it for him.


    He'd been out there for about an hour when he finally caught a scent, and immediately his rounded ears pricked forward and his coppery gaze set about finding the source. The open grasslands were unbroken and stretched in all directions, and it wasn't hard to spot the smaller figure off in the distance. He didn't hesitate in angling his walk toward them, noting as he grew closer that it was another feline, an ocelot if he was right. Carrying a bag of some sort. They weren't familiar but that wasn't surprising in the least- Damian hadn't had many friends back in the old world and he had only a handful more here.


    "Hey." he called as he neared, voice calm but tone serious. "Your trespassing on clan territory, you know." he'd say as he came to a stop a few paces away, golden eyes raking over the others form casually, sizing them up. They didn't have the scars or muscles of a formally trained soldier, and he waited to see what their response to his words would be.

    I KNOW MY LOVE CAN BE, THE KILLING KIND




    THE APOCOLYPSE IS CANCELLED.

    UNTIL I SAY SO.

  • zenon was jerked out of the little reverie he'd fallen into when a voice cut into his daydream, head darting up quick enough to probably give him whiplash. upon not immediately being attacked and not sensing a hostile air coming from the other (despite him normally being extremely oblivious when someone was being hostile or rude) he relaxed a bit, giving damian a smile, trying to appear as nonthreatening as possible. he wasn't looking for a fight at all, he just wanted to find herbs and maybe stumble across a person or two who were generally kind - maybe this guy was? - but if damian asked him to leave, then he would.


    "i'm sorry," he told the other, shaking his head. "i didn't know that i'd crossed into someone's territory- where am i?" he asked with a small frown. "i've just been picking some herbs up and i fell into a bit of a daydream, i must've stumbled across your border without noticing." at that, zenon dropped his satchel to the ground and opened it up, pulling out one of the large leaves he'd stripped from a plant, presenting it to damian. "if you don't want me taking them, you can have them back!" zenon quickly exclaimed, not wanting to be seen as a thief who was stealing herbs.


    something else occurred to him, though: that he hadn't yet introduced himself. "oh, wait, i'm sorry! you don't know who i am!" he practically shouted upon realizing this. "i'm zenon go-deo, i'm the blackheart rogues' practitioner." he introduced himself, dipping his head in greeting.

    have strength, just endure a little more

    —— i'll be next to you & tags

  • DAMIAN 'ROGUEWAR' DIMERA

    TAGS


    THE DEEP STARES BACK, SPEAKS TO ME

    The smaller cat didn't seem to be hostile, launching into an innocent enough reply and chattering on about herbs that he would return if he had to. Damian didn't care about that sort of thing though- they didn't even have a healer to make use of them yet. He supposed if he was in the mood to be an asshole he could make some trouble or the friendly little talker, but as they introduced themselves and mentioned their clan, Damian found himself suddenly amused. This guy had no idea that he was the Roguewar that had captured this ocelots clanmate, Krymson. She was being held in this very territory, and yet the other was plesently oblivious to it. This brought a small smirk to the jaglions lips, and he let his haunches settle into a sitting position before the other. "Your in the Steppe, and a practitioner is a Healer, right?" he inquired, a brow raising. "If you want we can cut a deal- my clan doesn't have a healer yet, so if your willing to stitch me up every now and then you can keep those herbs and collect any more you find."


    The offer was spoken casually and accompanied by a shrug that was equaly so, but Damian was eager to take advantage of the situation if he could. He'd let this ocelot take all the herbs he wanted, because what harm would stitching Damian up do in exchange for them? But all the jaglion needed was for the other to be in debt to him in some way and that could lead to all kinds of future fun. "My name's Damian, by the way. I'm one of the Leaders here. Nice to meet you, Zenon." Like all his other words he wasn't unfriendly toward the other, but there was no beaming smile of cheerfulness or anything like that either. Damian just wasn't a super enthusiastic guy. "Come on, I can show you where the best herbs grow, if you want." the jaglion would say as he got to his paws, tail flicking behind him to signal for the other that it was okay to come farther into the territory. "Your a long way from home. You must really like wandering around." the hybrid would muse, casting his coppery gaze toward the other with a small smile.

    I KNOW MY LOVE CAN BE, THE KILLING KIND




    THE APOCOLYPSE IS CANCELLED.

    UNTIL I SAY SO.

  • the other explained that zenon had managed to wander into the steppe, then asking if practitioner was the same as a healer, to which zenon happily nodded his head in confirmation that yes, it was the same as a healer. he tilted his head as damian began speaking again, saying that they could cut a deal: seeing how they didn't yet have a healer of any sorts, if zenon agreed to patch him up whenever it was needed, then zenon was free to take the herbs he'd found, as well as any others that he found later. "yes, i'd do that!" he agreed with a grin. "i'd appreciate being able to take these home, we really need them. a couple of them are herbs we can't find in the pines," he added. it wasn't like they were desperate for medicine, but a group could always use more, right?


    zenon's ears perked up when damian introduced himself, adding that he was one of the leaders here. "really?" zenon asked eagerly. wow, a leader? "that's cool!" zenon couldn't imagine being a leader, honestly, he didn't want to be the one in power. he was sure that being a practitioner was the highest he would go, maybe even higher than he would've wanted. despite the leader's words being calm and kind, he had more of a flat tone, not as bubbly as zenon usually was. he offered to show zenon where the best herbs were, beckoning for the smaller to follow after him, to which zenon happily obliged.


    he glanced over at damian when the other commented on how he was a way's away from home, that he must really like wandering around. "yeah, i do," he said, nodding his head. "i like looking at new places and meeting new people. one time, when i was wandering, i stumbled across one of my brothers. we were all split up and i didn't know where he was, it was great to see him." zenon rambled on with a smile, not very conscious of how much he was talking. "do you like walking around? or, hey, do you have siblings?" he then asked, eyes bright as he looked up at damian.

    have strength, just endure a little more

    —— i'll be next to you & tags