08-12-2018, 04:38 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]The humidity of The Pitt's territory was the only thing that seemed to invoke a reaction out of him, a slight writhe here and there out of pure discomfort for his own skin. It was particularly awful when it focused directly on the overgrown scruff around his neck; thus, he had begun to remedy it by asking after slaves to clip the sides of it, although at this point he was debating cutting the mane off entirely. He had work to do, and it just got in the way. The best he had been able to do at this point to cool his own body off was constantly drinking in place of a more permanent solution.
It was inefficient that he had not been enabled with powers to adjust to certain terrains without having to rely on his own bodily system. Adaptation got worse with age. It was easier when you were younger.
Esklav arrived by the growing party for no particular reason. "Water?" the leopon would offer, his eyes flickering from the flask that clasped snugly on his neck and back to the female in turn. If she accepted, he would shrug it off and nudge it forward. Either way, he was curious enough to hand out his services before thrusting a question upon her, his curiosity holding far more priority than any other attempts to make her comfortable. Water would be enough, if his hypothesis was correct. "Your species of wolf tends to populate colder climates than these. It's extraordinary that you haven't died from dehydration yet. In fact, it's incredibly stupid." he smiled. He had a strange smile - it didn't seem completely genuine and did not fully reach his narrowed, deadpan eyes. If anything, it seemed forced.
It was inefficient that he had not been enabled with powers to adjust to certain terrains without having to rely on his own bodily system. Adaptation got worse with age. It was easier when you were younger.
Esklav arrived by the growing party for no particular reason. "Water?" the leopon would offer, his eyes flickering from the flask that clasped snugly on his neck and back to the female in turn. If she accepted, he would shrug it off and nudge it forward. Either way, he was curious enough to hand out his services before thrusting a question upon her, his curiosity holding far more priority than any other attempts to make her comfortable. Water would be enough, if his hypothesis was correct. "Your species of wolf tends to populate colder climates than these. It's extraordinary that you haven't died from dehydration yet. In fact, it's incredibly stupid." he smiled. He had a strange smile - it didn't seem completely genuine and did not fully reach his narrowed, deadpan eyes. If anything, it seemed forced.