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Post by Nkunda on Oct 31, 2018 18:23:37 GMT
March 24th, Year 1 There was a lot of things Nkunda wasn't, despite how hard he tried he hadn't quite perfected anything and one of those things he 'wasn't' was stealthy. However even if he wasn't stealthy he still tried to be, which was why he was in the position he was in now. He had done everything he was taught to do since cubhood, light careful steps, low stature and if all else failed use the back of one's paws to slink along the floor instead so ya didn't make noise but as per usual the young adult got some what distracted.
What had been a stalking session after Crow had rapidly become a mimic session. Everything Crow did Nuka tried to do while keeping hidden. Crow was as a close to a king that this place had anymore and he smelled of pure regally, and well not to say Nuka totally wanted to learn from him but Nuka totally wanted to learn from him. He wanted to be King still, and he had to prove it to his family that he had it in him! He was learning how to hunt, how to properly fight, and Kula had always urged him on personal hygiene and something about royal lessons? Maybe Crow would be willing to help...
But Nuka was more than a little nervous about asking. The Vizier was mighty intimidating after all so for now he just kinda resided in the shadows. Well until he fell flat on his face, damn paws! He still hadn't fully grown into them yet. He smacked a paw over his black noze, rubbing it to make sure there wasn't any damage. "Stupid-- Freaking--"
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Post by Crow on Oct 31, 2018 22:34:24 GMT
Crow wouldn't say that he was in a bad mood. He thought himself above a tantrum. But if he took the notion to it, he might have pouted. It had been so long since her Excellency's last ball - an absolute favorite pastime of Crow's - and when one had been thrown? He had been... busy. Oh, he would never complain. Wouldn't dream of it. He was the best at what he did, and what he did best was serve.
But the thought of pouting did cross his mind.
Fortunately, entertainment came to alleviate these flights of fancy in an unexpected way. Crow hadn't paid it much heed when he heard movement behind him. The palace was full of Blackbloods, and he wouldn't fixate on every individual that passed him by at every waking moment. But before long, it became apparent that the occasional rustle of sound was following him, and as he rounded a corner in the hall, Crow released a sentry to silently observe his would-be stalker.
Beneath the mask, Crow's brows arched in surprise to find one of the lions at his heels, and amused to see him imitating his stride. It was clumsy and forced, to put it plainly, but Crow couldn't help but enjoy watching the attempt. He went about his business, stealing glances now and again, and again would find delight in the lion mimicking the vizier's motions, to... varying degrees of success. It was, in its own way, charming. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, as they say, and Crow was inclined to agree here.
Crow glanced over to see the lion had tripped, grumbling at his own legs for their fault. His head tilted curiously. Well, he was caught up with his work, after all. Crow sauntered over and rested his palms over the head of his cane.
"Can I help you?"
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