Curate, connect, and discover
rengar. /// prxdestvkler.
The male watched, a gaze of blue and gold, following the elegant movements of Rakan. Even his feathered facial features moved strangely as his thoughts shifted in his head. Rengar did not know what to really think of the other vastayan. They were vastly differently in appearance even despite their magic being of the same earth and ground. Vastayans were of all kinds and variations. “You dance,” The feline spoke low, a cold rumble deep within his throat, “and I hunt but all for the same reason. It allows us to become what we are and what we should be.” His long tail curled idly, swiping across the tall grass and Rengar sniffed. “If you think I need to learn such brandish moves then I would show you the strength of my claws. I do not need to twitter like a bird nor flaunt the color of my pelt.” The words curled his upper lip, teeth sharp with saliva and yellowed with age.
how different they were, indeed ! each physical attribute marked them vastly distinct from one another, feathers dissimilar to the fur rengar doned. rakan's clean & deceptively shiny pearly whites ( a necessity to deliver charming grins, for he is a charmer, first & foremost ), even the near human qualities rakan possessed marked them different enough. is it a shame that similarities are little to none ? no, no, that only makes things amusing for him. the more differences, the merrier, he'd argue.
❛ man, you sound old, focusing on the attack if anything. ❜ though not useless. knowing one's way around a battle is a necessity. spontaneous is that type of encounter, albeit expecting the unexpected is a norm he's sure both of them have adopted. what's entertaining & what's done for survival, for sport, are they truly as different as he perceives them to be ? ❛ buuut, not bad. you're right. you do what you need to, just to be the best version of yourself. that's why i dance. it's fun ! ❜