<div class="floatright">(http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd220/KevynsMom/GothGuy.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Amilcar de Soto<br/><strong>Species:</strong> Revenant<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption Gates<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Rocking out,<br/>successfully working up the<br/>nerve to pet the kitty<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Shred, Anyala, <br/>Hekla Tribeswomen, River</div><br/>Amilcar approved of the AC/DC that sounded through the stereo. He did a little bit of air guitar to go with the introduction, and hummed along with the lyrics for a few minutes on the ride up the hill. Once they reached the gates, the revenant glanced down at Anyala's hellcat.<strong>"You know, kitty, I'm sure you would've kicked about ten metric tons of demon ass back there if you hadn't been forced into playing pack mule."</strong>He bit his bottom lip, considering the danger of the course of action he was contemplating. Anyala not speaking to him: awkward. Hekla Tribe refusing to talk with the Magic Kingdom during their little peace summit: very, very awkward. Shred taking a bite out of him: downright atrocious.<br/><br/>Still, he reasoned he may as well do it while the hellcat was less mobile. He didn't think he'd get another opportunity like this to make sure that he would be safer staying away from the cats rather than trying to play with them. After making sure that his fingers weren't doing the whole "trembling" thing that humans do, he put his hand in the space behind Shred's ears and scratched gently, smoothing back along where he had itched with his flat hand just afterward. He was, of course, still under the assumption that any one of the tribeswomen (or heaven forbid, their hellcats) would take offense to his petting of one of the hellcats, and was ready to bolt through the gates at any moment.