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Originally Posted by Duskflight
As the cats green eyes searched his pelt, his orange-red eyes searched the toms face, reading the features to get a feel of what the tom might be thinking at the moment, as well as feeling. It was always intriguing for him to be able to read emotions, specifically because he himself had none. They were fascinating to him really, especially how emotions could generally directly link you to what the other cat was thinking at the moment. Of course he wasn't always right and the emotions could be misleading, causing a miscalculation on his end, but for the most part it was fairly accurate and lead to his success, whatever it was that he was using it for.
"Yes indeed. I would have thought the smell would be relatively bland to you at this point, what with it being a relatively constant smell not only in your den but simply around camp. Just mix in with the other smells you have in your surroundings. But then again it's a sharp scent that you can never really miss."
His tail flicked dismissively as if bored with the topic at hand and ready to move on to something different. He would never state this naturally, he would find it rude to state such a thing, but he would give plenty of body language to suggest it was time to move on to another subject.
"A pleasure to meet you Percival." He would pause to dip his head in polite respect, something he almost always did with cats he's being formally introduced to.
"Indeed I am Hannibal. I suppose my name carries a bit of weight in this group, it sure seems to travel a lot." Some might have said there was agitation in his voice when in all truth, the tom couldn't care less. Cats could talk all they wish, now when they started to believe the talk? That's when there was a problem. And a problem he would have to deal with quickly.
"How did you come across my name? Just out of curiosity of course." |
"With a healers nose nothing gets by me, as much as I try." but the other tom was right, blood was radiating from their camp at all time whether from fresh kill or prey itself. As a healer the scent of blood was a constant look out, wanting to see if any one needed healing. Most healers couldnt give a damn about who they healed, but Percival did care. Not in a mother type way,bit he just had a giving a nature. He was glad the tom infront of him was okay though, you can never be so sure. At the question of his name, he gave a smile and tried to brush it off,"You are a few of the unquie ones of the bunch, cats will chat about it all they want."