Nodah Listig
"Did you really? Well, then I shall consider you privy to the complexities of human nature, hence forth," Nodah said, learning of Zephyr's past contact with humans. "Rank A." He gave a nod of departure as Zephyr headed for the weights - not quite his idea of a good time - and strode towards the back. He glimpsed a balcony where another creature was sitting, but preferred to be on the ground. Nodah looked around, seeing students milling around. Daichi and Desdemona were exchanging words over a ball, and Nuna had come. He caught the strained threads of a conversation, and an apology. That is the wisest she has done yet, Nodah thought, striding on. Perhaps there is hope for her. Nodah lightly traced the handles of his knives hanging at belt-line under his shirt. But Daichi seemed hostile, wary. Dramatically and unnecessarily so, mayhaps, but who was Nodah to say? There was a girl who'd slipped in that he did not remember from breaking fast, and she was speaking with Level.
Nodah slid to a stop right below the edge of the balcony, and glanced up at the dangling feet. He leaned forward to get a better sight of the boy sitting on the balcony, and took in the pointed ears and flicking tail. Another feline Nocturne then. Would the girls flock to him as they did Daichi? Or was that sort of attraction beyond race? Nodah never knew. "You look in need of company," he said easily, folding his arms and looking around so as not to overtly crane his neck. "Nodah Listig. Who might you be?"
"Did you really? Well, then I shall consider you privy to the complexities of human nature, hence forth," Nodah said, learning of Zephyr's past contact with humans. "Rank A." He gave a nod of departure as Zephyr headed for the weights - not quite his idea of a good time - and strode towards the back. He glimpsed a balcony where another creature was sitting, but preferred to be on the ground. Nodah looked around, seeing students milling around. Daichi and Desdemona were exchanging words over a ball, and Nuna had come. He caught the strained threads of a conversation, and an apology. That is the wisest she has done yet, Nodah thought, striding on. Perhaps there is hope for her. Nodah lightly traced the handles of his knives hanging at belt-line under his shirt. But Daichi seemed hostile, wary. Dramatically and unnecessarily so, mayhaps, but who was Nodah to say? There was a girl who'd slipped in that he did not remember from breaking fast, and she was speaking with Level.
Nodah slid to a stop right below the edge of the balcony, and glanced up at the dangling feet. He leaned forward to get a better sight of the boy sitting on the balcony, and took in the pointed ears and flicking tail. Another feline Nocturne then. Would the girls flock to him as they did Daichi? Or was that sort of attraction beyond race? Nodah never knew. "You look in need of company," he said easily, folding his arms and looking around so as not to overtly crane his neck. "Nodah Listig. Who might you be?"