03-22-2018, 10:59 PM
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Unconsciousness.
That's all he recalled was that he had went unconscious and he was caked in mud, he glanced up with his head slowly rising to survey his surroundings unsure of where he was to begin with and it made him absolutely frustrated. The place smelled of shit and his nose wrinkled with absolute distaste as the tiger rose to his shaky paws with his curved ears angling back in a bit of frustration. The mud covered big cat would shake himself off with a huff escaping his slightly parted jaws beginning to wonder if his mistress or his sister, Hestia, was around for him to actually follow. The piebald tiger sauntered out of the territory occasionally lifting his hind legs up to shake off any of the access mud only to mutter bitterly under his breath "Stinkin' shithole." His mistress would have corrected him for such language but she wasn't around to keep him from using such vulgarities and well, if he wanted to then he could tell everyone that they could fuck off yet he decided against it. He snorted as he reached the end of the territory's border seeing a toad with porcupine-like quills and he'd flick his ears back as he gritted his teeth to growl "What are ya lookin' at, fugly?" The toad seemed to just stare at him only to let out a shrill scream when the cub would dart after it, Vasil pinned it underneath his large paws not caring if the quills started prodding at the already raw flesh of his pawpads "Bugger off." He finally scowled letting the toad escape and hop away like a cowardly dog with its tail tucked between it's legs, he shook his head causing the chains around his throat to rattle a bit.
"Freakish damn frog."
His nose twitched smelling a water source nearby did his steps take him further along only to find himself faced with a vast territory, it sent chills down his spine as he stumbled towards the border and wrinkling his nose at the strong scent of urine that he supposed was the marker of where he shouldn't pass. He supposed that he'd be a good little boy and not cross the border so he wouldn't get in any trouble, he was hungry, thirsty, and pissed off at the world. He used to be something more but now he was a lousy cub, he just hoped the same had occurred to Hestia since he didn't think he'd be able to bare it if he was the punier one. The five month old's ears pinned against his head as he wore the grumpiest expression a child could muster before finally saying with a soft sigh escaping his maw "Anybody home?" This was much better than any dirty, stinky swamp was what he decided and well, once he was accepted or whatnot then he'd definitely take a well deserved bath. He was certain that the damn toad had peed on him out of pure fear. He inwardly winced thinking of that and muttered something in a different language shaking his head lightly.
"SPEECH"
That's all he recalled was that he had went unconscious and he was caked in mud, he glanced up with his head slowly rising to survey his surroundings unsure of where he was to begin with and it made him absolutely frustrated. The place smelled of shit and his nose wrinkled with absolute distaste as the tiger rose to his shaky paws with his curved ears angling back in a bit of frustration. The mud covered big cat would shake himself off with a huff escaping his slightly parted jaws beginning to wonder if his mistress or his sister, Hestia, was around for him to actually follow. The piebald tiger sauntered out of the territory occasionally lifting his hind legs up to shake off any of the access mud only to mutter bitterly under his breath "Stinkin' shithole." His mistress would have corrected him for such language but she wasn't around to keep him from using such vulgarities and well, if he wanted to then he could tell everyone that they could fuck off yet he decided against it. He snorted as he reached the end of the territory's border seeing a toad with porcupine-like quills and he'd flick his ears back as he gritted his teeth to growl "What are ya lookin' at, fugly?" The toad seemed to just stare at him only to let out a shrill scream when the cub would dart after it, Vasil pinned it underneath his large paws not caring if the quills started prodding at the already raw flesh of his pawpads "Bugger off." He finally scowled letting the toad escape and hop away like a cowardly dog with its tail tucked between it's legs, he shook his head causing the chains around his throat to rattle a bit.
"Freakish damn frog."
His nose twitched smelling a water source nearby did his steps take him further along only to find himself faced with a vast territory, it sent chills down his spine as he stumbled towards the border and wrinkling his nose at the strong scent of urine that he supposed was the marker of where he shouldn't pass. He supposed that he'd be a good little boy and not cross the border so he wouldn't get in any trouble, he was hungry, thirsty, and pissed off at the world. He used to be something more but now he was a lousy cub, he just hoped the same had occurred to Hestia since he didn't think he'd be able to bare it if he was the punier one. The five month old's ears pinned against his head as he wore the grumpiest expression a child could muster before finally saying with a soft sigh escaping his maw "Anybody home?" This was much better than any dirty, stinky swamp was what he decided and well, once he was accepted or whatnot then he'd definitely take a well deserved bath. He was certain that the damn toad had peed on him out of pure fear. He inwardly winced thinking of that and muttered something in a different language shaking his head lightly.
"SPEECH"