04-05-2022, 11:18 AM
Leon Lite
TW; Mentions of Death and torture ))
Leon could not get far within the group with out first doing a trial in which they had called a blooding. Sure, he had been quite new to the group, but it had not meant he wasn't willing to show his "loyalty" to The Pitt, even if it was false. Leon never pledges his loyalty to a group, the only thing he would ever be loyal to was himself. The heat battered on his bay fur, the statchel rubbing uncomfortably against his skin as he walked within the desert, sand finding its way into his fur while his paws sunk into the ground as he moved about.
He had to survive out here for what was it? A week? A day? He had not been sure, he hadn't pay attention much to the words of the others, having willingly take on the task head first, a typical thing for the youth. However, the solitude was something quite normal for the boy as he wondered about, tracking his way back to camp. It was tougher to travelnat day due to the heat but much harsher when the sun went down as the weather cooled down. During this time the boy had to fend for himself, and even hunt on his own, which was fine, he had his ways. He carried sharp objects on him and even had his own stash of herbs to heal himself in case a bigger creature came along and banged him up well.
Which would be no surprise that he would get attacked by a creature bigger or close to his size, which he would quickly make a escape from no matter how difficult it had been foe him. Of course during his time out within the desert he had trapped a poor creature and had his fun with it, doing experiments on the little guy, which of course did not last long, the creature had eventually passed from a slow and painful death and Leon had stripped it bare where only the skeleton had remained, he then quickly stashed a rib, a tooth and the jaw of the creature.
On the last day of the trial, Leon finally made his way back to the camp, his fur messy and covered in dust while some of his fur clunged to his skin due to sweat. His whites of fur almost the same blended color of bay while he heaved a heavy sigh and set down the rib, jawbone and tooth on the ground before him. "I have returned" he said smoothly, a tired look in his pale grey eyes. He could not wait to have a, relatively and hopeful good nights of sleep.
"Speech" Thoughts
TW; Mentions of Death and torture ))
Leon could not get far within the group with out first doing a trial in which they had called a blooding. Sure, he had been quite new to the group, but it had not meant he wasn't willing to show his "loyalty" to The Pitt, even if it was false. Leon never pledges his loyalty to a group, the only thing he would ever be loyal to was himself. The heat battered on his bay fur, the statchel rubbing uncomfortably against his skin as he walked within the desert, sand finding its way into his fur while his paws sunk into the ground as he moved about.
He had to survive out here for what was it? A week? A day? He had not been sure, he hadn't pay attention much to the words of the others, having willingly take on the task head first, a typical thing for the youth. However, the solitude was something quite normal for the boy as he wondered about, tracking his way back to camp. It was tougher to travelnat day due to the heat but much harsher when the sun went down as the weather cooled down. During this time the boy had to fend for himself, and even hunt on his own, which was fine, he had his ways. He carried sharp objects on him and even had his own stash of herbs to heal himself in case a bigger creature came along and banged him up well.
Which would be no surprise that he would get attacked by a creature bigger or close to his size, which he would quickly make a escape from no matter how difficult it had been foe him. Of course during his time out within the desert he had trapped a poor creature and had his fun with it, doing experiments on the little guy, which of course did not last long, the creature had eventually passed from a slow and painful death and Leon had stripped it bare where only the skeleton had remained, he then quickly stashed a rib, a tooth and the jaw of the creature.
On the last day of the trial, Leon finally made his way back to the camp, his fur messy and covered in dust while some of his fur clunged to his skin due to sweat. His whites of fur almost the same blended color of bay while he heaved a heavy sigh and set down the rib, jawbone and tooth on the ground before him. "I have returned" he said smoothly, a tired look in his pale grey eyes. He could not wait to have a, relatively and hopeful good nights of sleep.
"Speech" Thoughts
(Tldr: He just basically tortured a poor creature to death, took its jaw bone, tooth and rib as proof for his blooding and returned back with them as proof ))
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Dr. Leon Lite— The Pitt — tags— 10 months
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