Morning Person
The mornings were sometimes Ahph's favorite time of day. The Gordanassi coudn't really explain why he loved it so much, but he did. He loved the warmth upon his skin, the way the sky was painted hues of oranges, purples, greens and blues instead of the bright neons of blues and slightest greens that it normally was. He loved the way the ring reflected the light of the universe and seemed to create a feeling of gorgeousness painted through the sky, although he wasn't always interested in it. The world outside of Achenar was much different than inside the city. The bright city lights definitely dulled the gorgeousness of the morning. Maybe it was the reason Ahph didn't often come into the city. Even after forty years, he was still no fan of the hustle and bustle of the world within the city limits. He wasn't really a fan of crowds. Out in the western deserts of Xenedria, the only real civilization was the settlement of Arthulon, which even then only had a couple thousand people within the walls. It was a small settlement, even after how many years of it being there, but even then, not many people dared to travel towards Arthulon. The climate was either too hot, too dry or too sandy for their liking. That was fine with Ahph regardless -- the less people that came, the more food, clothes and items they had for their own personal hunting needs. Surprisingly, Sand and Rock Kobolds were rather wealthy in trade in the city of Achenar, and he figured, if he wasn't going to find a slave, he could sell some of the harvested bones and pelts he no longer wore. But today, today's warmth of the sunshine and the clear sky of the morning brought Ahph from his small, still relatively dusty apartment and out through the park. Being a hunter for a lifestyle meant the caretaker had to keep himself in line, and fitness was rather important in his daily routine. Plus, it curbed the possessive streak he found himself to have lately, and he knew that keeping his mind on fitness made him feel more focused, more alive and definitely a lot less wound up to deal with anyone who seemed to talk to him. He was halfway through the park, lost in his thoughts as he ran, when he heard swearing from a man and a kid starting to cry. Well, that was rude. He slowed his footsteps and turned to look at the man as he walked away. He looked like he didn't have an actual home, and for a moment, Ahph snorted. Homes weren't something that he was accustomed to, until he came to Achenar. There was a difference between a home, like his dusty apartment, and his tent, which was mostly free for anyone should they need a place to lay down. Then again, humans and most other species here were weird, and the Gordian didn't understand it for the most part. Tensing his shoulders and letting the heartbeat settle down, he approached the homeless one and stopped him in his track. Firm, controlling voice slipped out as he spoke, more because he was displeased with the behavior out in public than because of possessiveness, "That's no way to treat someone who has a child around. Go apologize, or I will happily call the authorities and you'll find yourself as a slave in the Pens." He probably wouldn't, but the threat would go a long way -- and hopefully an apology, even if the man didn't mean it, would appear.