Wardrobe

Villager: Killian

There was a faint rustling of leaves near by where Killian stood. Before he'd have a chance to check what it was, SMACK! Something shot the deer right on the arm at high speed and a red juice splattered against him. Was that...A berry? Yes, it was. Zatarin shot a berry at him. A snickering could be heard now from up in a near by tree where the rustling came from. Zatarin seemed to be copying Killian from before by hiding in a tree himself this time.

Zatarin placed a paw to his chin in thought as he began walking towards the tree. "Meditate? You? That doesn't seem like it fits your personality, really. But who am I to judge? I'd sooner judge mysel- Wait, do you think I'm stupid or some shit?" Zatarin scoffed before he lowered his paw and stopped a few feet away, staring up in to the tree at Killian now. "I don't want your filthy attention, I'm only trying to save the poor souls from being jabbed by your fancy stick! The trees are fine." Zatarin let out a sharp hiss from his teeth before tilting his head to one side, his ears flopping with it.

"Oh, you returned the sword? I must have not seen it yet. I usually expect the other to keep it. It's not mine once I give it away. It's your fault, not mine. That sword was worthless to me. Why don't you just come on down here, hm?" Zatarin motioned a paw towards the ground as he asked. "Or are you...Chicken?"

Zatarin finished putting up all of his signs and he leaned against the tree nearest to him. He had no idea he was being watched the whole time. However, someone, or something else seemed to take notice. While Zatarin stared forward at a lot of nothing, a shadow seemed to begin creeping up the tree Killian was hiding in. The closer the shadow got, the colder the air became. There even seemed to be a sort of sulfur like smell at the same time the air got cold. Before the shadow fully reached Killian, it vanished. But then a pair of eyes, one red and one purple appeared before Killian's view and a sharp toothed floating grin followed. The mysterious face vanished as soon as it appeared, and the air became less cool and the smell faded. Whatever that had been, it gave off a bit of a sinister feel.

A few moments after that happened, Zatarin suddenly looked directly at the tree Killian was in. Whoever that was must have ratted him out. "Stalking makes you a creep, you know..." Zatarin grinned then let out short laugh. "Just how long were you watching me, boy?"

The banging stopped for a while, then resumed elsewhere near the area where Zatarin first encountered Killian. Zatarin was putting up a bunch of signs that said "No staffs allowed."
Zatarin likely wanted to pull the same thing on Killian like he pulled on him. He doesn't even know if Killian still or ever hung around the area, but it was too late now. He already put up seven signs with the message. Zatarin would wait around a while hoping he'd show up. If not, he'd likely think of a new plan.

He also has a bag full of the pamphlets with him he'd perhaps love to shove Killian's head in.

// Zatarin just wanting to troll Killian like a mature adult person would. //

A loud banging sound could be heard in the distance, like someone hammering something down. Maybe, possibly, it would be worth investigating? Who knows what it could be. It's a mystery sound for sure.

Later that day, Killian would find a steel sword stabbed in to the door of where ever it was he lived. The pamphlets and other attachments were stabbed in the middle and pinned to the door. Along with them was a note that simply said: 'Fuck off, kid.' It was written in red...Ink. It was red ink. The hand writing was very scratchy. He must have known. Or just assumed. Though how Zatarin located Killian's home is a mystery.

"So now you're making assumptions about me? What is it that makes you do that? I can have many responses! But, you in particular got the rude response. That doesn't mean, that in an alternate timeline, I wouldn't have responded better." Zatarin inhaled sharply before resuming. "Just because I look like some cranky edgelord doesn't mean you can treat me like one. You are judging my looks, right? That happens a lot. Not to say my looks don't fit me, but I'm not always rud- LITTERING?!" Zatarin scoffed at the thought. "Please, I know someone who enjoys eating those. I leave them laying around for her to eat! It's pretty strange, honestly. I won't blame you if you don't believe me!...I mean, sure, sometimes I did it before then without thinking, but hey, at least it isn't plastic!" Zatarin bared his teeth and snarled at Killian, but then his more aggressive expression became a grin. "If you throw that away and end up with a flipped trashcan later, it's not my fault. Just remember that. Who are you anyways, the litter bug police? When I was younger, I killed cops. I can pick up the hobby again~!...Yes, I'm joking. Well, half joking. I did kill people, I admit that." Zatarin's eyes darted back and forth before he focused his gaze back on Killian, "FUCK! I'm rambling again, damn it. You know too much now, and by too much, I mean barley anything!
But still too much." Zatarin let out a soft sigh and frowned. "I make for great first impressions- What?
Oh, no, I can't ASK for an apology, that ruins the point! That is your choice to decide. But even if I didn't accept it, saying it is what matters, right? But, I'm sorry I insulted your outfit. I just hate when people I don't even know walk up to me complaining. What ever happened to hello? I mean, sure I usually walk away but half of them were a bunch of-" He cuts off there and goes dead quiet. He questioned if Killian even processed half of that.

Zatarin moved a few steps away when poked once more. he didn't even bother to look at the sign. "I just can't get anyone off my ass, can I?" Zatarin let out a huff and crushed the burning cigarette in his paw before dropping the now put out and crinkled smoke stick. He didn't seem phased by the fact that would have burned his paw. He barely felt it, honestly. "I couldn't read English a few years ago, but I assure you, I can read now. Thanks for your false concern," Zatarin shook his head and his mane fluffed up. "I'm sure even you have your ways to handle stress, there's no need to be so rude over it. You could have requested I stopped in a nicer way, you know. Poking and yelling is how you get punched on a bad day." Zatarin locked his eyes on Killian's. His gaze seemed almost judgemental, and still just a bit annoyed.

Zatarin stared down at the deer who was poking him; ears twitching and eyes narrowing. Annoyed by his remark, Zatarin placed an entire paw on Killian's face and shoved him away. "I could tell you to stop plucking feathers out of birds asses and playing dress-up with them, but I mind my own business." Zatarin let out a snicker followed by a low growl.

You and I have the same taste in houses.