Ixzo was quickly discovering the source of her discomfort. It wasn't as if these kitten were being forced to do anything they didn't want to, they were simply not being brought up how she imagined. Even though she was a night lion, Ixzo had grown up among the fierce and prideful Myrian Tigers. The massive animals were her mentors and companions, and a large reason why she was so proud of herself even when she had no reason to be. During the times she had encountered her own kind in the wild, unwelcome because of her foreignism, she found them to be quite proud as well. They protected their territory and their own with an independence to be admired. Yet, Ixzo know looked at these kittens who depended upon the humans for direction and guidance, and the Kelvic realized she was scared. If these kittens could be so controlled, and be fine with it, could she not as well?
The mention of birds pulled Ixzo out of her own head and she tried to shove those thoughts aside. No one could tame her, they've already tried. But she had a fascination with the winged creatures. She could relate to the predatory ones, and when the aerial animals became prey, they were quite good. Unlike the dumb beasts which roamed the land in herds, she could admire the wit of a bird to be nearly that of a cat, and it often sparked her curiosity. However she was not above hunting them, as they were not smart enough to avoid being an easy meal.
Understanding. "You work with the cats most?" She asked, almost noticing the wince in mention of the birds. She guessed Jasmine did not have a fun time with them. And then Jasmine's words picked up and Ixzo was lost, left with only a shallow nod in reply, not sure if she could ask for clarification. The Kelvic was much better with understanding Pavi than speaking it, but she was still occasionally left behind when the Drykas spoke too fast, or with larger words than she was used to. Instead she glanced towards the other corners of the tent in search of the dogs or birds which Jasmine spoke of, interested to see if it was all the animals here who displayed such strange behaviors.
"Tell me a little more about you, Ixzo. I know we have hunted several times and are part of Azmere's pavilion, but I don't really know you all that well," Jasmine called her attention back, and Ixzo looked at her, a calm but emotionless face. She was chattier than normal today, but Ixzo was not chatty enough for that.
"I hunt, I join the Stormbloods for protection." She shrugged, assuming that was all anyone would need to know about her. If Rufio had asked her that, she could have told tales of how she used to cook with her mother's bondmate back home, or how much she hated the illusions on The Mischief, but Ixzo had no eagerness to please anyone but Rufio, despite how much she liked them. Assuming that topic was simply done, as she had no interest in it, Ixzo decided to return to the two caracals she had played with earlier.
"The caracals… they are good to hunt, yeah?" Curious, interest. "I see two that I like," Wishful, companionship, instruction. "I want to teach them hunting." She eyed the eating kittens, looking for the brother and sister in an attempt to point them out. Even though they were just kittens, Ixzo did not want to interrupt their eating to find them.
The mention of birds pulled Ixzo out of her own head and she tried to shove those thoughts aside. No one could tame her, they've already tried. But she had a fascination with the winged creatures. She could relate to the predatory ones, and when the aerial animals became prey, they were quite good. Unlike the dumb beasts which roamed the land in herds, she could admire the wit of a bird to be nearly that of a cat, and it often sparked her curiosity. However she was not above hunting them, as they were not smart enough to avoid being an easy meal.
Understanding. "You work with the cats most?" She asked, almost noticing the wince in mention of the birds. She guessed Jasmine did not have a fun time with them. And then Jasmine's words picked up and Ixzo was lost, left with only a shallow nod in reply, not sure if she could ask for clarification. The Kelvic was much better with understanding Pavi than speaking it, but she was still occasionally left behind when the Drykas spoke too fast, or with larger words than she was used to. Instead she glanced towards the other corners of the tent in search of the dogs or birds which Jasmine spoke of, interested to see if it was all the animals here who displayed such strange behaviors.
"Tell me a little more about you, Ixzo. I know we have hunted several times and are part of Azmere's pavilion, but I don't really know you all that well," Jasmine called her attention back, and Ixzo looked at her, a calm but emotionless face. She was chattier than normal today, but Ixzo was not chatty enough for that.
"I hunt, I join the Stormbloods for protection." She shrugged, assuming that was all anyone would need to know about her. If Rufio had asked her that, she could have told tales of how she used to cook with her mother's bondmate back home, or how much she hated the illusions on The Mischief, but Ixzo had no eagerness to please anyone but Rufio, despite how much she liked them. Assuming that topic was simply done, as she had no interest in it, Ixzo decided to return to the two caracals she had played with earlier.
"The caracals… they are good to hunt, yeah?" Curious, interest. "I see two that I like," Wishful, companionship, instruction. "I want to teach them hunting." She eyed the eating kittens, looking for the brother and sister in an attempt to point them out. Even though they were just kittens, Ixzo did not want to interrupt their eating to find them.
Myrian | Pavi "Speech" Sign | Common | PC/NPC "Speech" Sign
