Villager: Cato
Villager Info
ID: #111915
Name: Cato
Gender: Male
Location: Olde Foxbury
Born 9 years, 4 months ago
Career: Warrior
Owner: emmeginger
Species: Deer
Color: White Tailed
Buffs:House: FurCoin House
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About
(Paintie by mindofjen)
When you hear a sword hitting something solid, you’re curiousity gets the best of you and you follow the noise. As you approach the Olde Foxbury training grounds, you see someone training alone. A deer, much larger than any deer you’ve ever seen, was swinging his sword at a training dummy with so much determination you were almost certain the dummy would have conceded defeat from his gaze alone.
Standing at a distance for a little while, content to just watch him practice, you were not expecting him to stop so suddenly. “It’s probably tough on your eyes to watch my form from all the way over there.” You are startled by his voice, light but deep, and you look frantically around you in hopes that he was talking to someone else. He was not.
“Come on, get closer if you’re gonna watch.” He gives you a lopsided smile, motioning slightly with his sword to beckon you closer. “I’m not gonna hit ya, promise.” He chuckles at your reluctance. When you finally make it closer to him, you notice that even closer he’s even bigger. Yet, he’s not that scary.
“Sit.” He points to the stool a little ways behind him, close enough to watch but far enough to be safe from his swings. “What’s your name?” He asks, squaring himself off with the dummy again. You tell him, somehow not the bit nervous. You see him smile again. “Nice to meet ya. I’m Cato.” Rolling his shoulders, he looks at you from the corner of his eye. “You just relax -- I’ll give you a show.”
Just before he swings his sword, he looks at you again. “Help yourself to the treats next to you. My Mother made them. Maybe you’ve bought plants from her before?”
When you hear a sword hitting something solid, you’re curiousity gets the best of you and you follow the noise. As you approach the Olde Foxbury training grounds, you see someone training alone. A deer, much larger than any deer you’ve ever seen, was swinging his sword at a training dummy with so much determination you were almost certain the dummy would have conceded defeat from his gaze alone.
Standing at a distance for a little while, content to just watch him practice, you were not expecting him to stop so suddenly. “It’s probably tough on your eyes to watch my form from all the way over there.” You are startled by his voice, light but deep, and you look frantically around you in hopes that he was talking to someone else. He was not.
“Come on, get closer if you’re gonna watch.” He gives you a lopsided smile, motioning slightly with his sword to beckon you closer. “I’m not gonna hit ya, promise.” He chuckles at your reluctance. When you finally make it closer to him, you notice that even closer he’s even bigger. Yet, he’s not that scary.
“Sit.” He points to the stool a little ways behind him, close enough to watch but far enough to be safe from his swings. “What’s your name?” He asks, squaring himself off with the dummy again. You tell him, somehow not the bit nervous. You see him smile again. “Nice to meet ya. I’m Cato.” Rolling his shoulders, he looks at you from the corner of his eye. “You just relax -- I’ll give you a show.”
Just before he swings his sword, he looks at you again. “Help yourself to the treats next to you. My Mother made them. Maybe you’ve bought plants from her before?”
