04-20-2018, 10:12 PM
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He hadn't stopped walking even when it started raining and his paws smelt of that metallic smelling substance that every time his pawpads seem to be cracked. He left a few bloody pawprints behind him leaving a trail that was soon hidden by the rain, he was grateful since he was certain that he wouldn't be able to fight off any animals. That's when the sight of an abandoned building soon came into his range, he would pick up the pace lifting his muzzle up a bit to pick out any smells of other animals and was found with none. He stepped into the house roaming around until he found a mattress which he let his sore body sink into, he closed his normally cold eyes and fell into a deep sleep which made him flinch at first since he hadn't rested in some hours. Hell, he wasn't sure how long he had slept since he had first arrived or appeared on the beach. His paws were crusted in blood as well as underneath his cloak, the tigers skin being a faint pink colour that was slowly fading away thanks to the amount of rain that had poured onto it. He was certain that he would be able to sleep for decades much like Sleepwalker had when it was him and his clanmates, none of them were his friends or at least, he had never considered them that way. It was almost thought or considered selfish in this society nowadays, he wasn't able to act the way he truly was like without having someone become overly sensitive, the thought seemed to spike his irritation towards those that took things to literal.
That was when a voice seemed to pierce through any nightmares or dreams that he was having, he slowly opened his eyes trying to figure out where he was at the time. Abandoned house on a mattress. He lifted his house slightly unsure of what to say at first only to growl weakly "G-Get out. . ." If that wasn't enough to chase the intruder from his temporary home then he'd slowly rise to his paws shaking as he did this, his body screaming for him to lay down but Kunta being stubborn wouldn't do such a thing. He started limping through the home once more both curved ears angled forward until he caught sight of the angelic appeared caraval, she was definitely quite the creature and he had never seen anyone like her. He was about to repeat himself that she should leave yet he couldn't muster up the words as his good conscious would make him imagine himself in her situation, cold and completely drenched courtesy of the rain. His body shook as droplets of water and blood dripped from him, he took a step back feeling his head starting to ache before he would fall onto his side and pass out.
Kunta B. Ghana
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He didn't know where he was but he was certain of one thing and that was him being lost, he didn't know where any of his former clanmates were at and he recalled waking up on a beach with some of his scars reopened the salt water lapping at his wounds. It had stung and it hurt yet he laid there staring out towards the rest of the beach feeling his face being covered by gritty sand, it was cold due to the water lapping at it so many times and he wished he had landed on much dryer sand so he could at least, feel the warmth pressing against his skin. He slowly rose to his paw gritting his teeth in pain only to stumble on his paws like a newborn wildebeest calf, his first steps were shaky and unstable making the jaguar quite frustrated with himself only to say in a tired voice "A-Amaya? S-Sleep. . . Deadlock. . ." No one came to his soft calls. He had no idea where he even was but, he slowly stepped off the beach catching wind of an overwhelming scent that a clan lived here though he was unaware of which he didn't wish to stay any longer. He managed to pick up his tigers skin throwing it onto his beck to hide his scars and adjusted most of the items that he bore, blood slowly staining the coat of the white tigers skin and dripping onto the ground as he limped away from the scene with an exhausted sigh escaped his slightly parted jaws.a
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[b]AND I'LL USE YOU AS A FOCAL POINT, SO I DON'T LOSE SIGHT OF WHAT I WANT !
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[b]ageless male jaguar a ebony furred jaguar with several scars covering his back and a pair of ice blue eyes with hints of silver. wears a tiger skin to hide his scars and wears several different tribal-like accessories.
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[/td][/tr][/table]He hadn't stopped walking even when it started raining and his paws smelt of that metallic smelling substance that every time his pawpads seem to be cracked. He left a few bloody pawprints behind him leaving a trail that was soon hidden by the rain, he was grateful since he was certain that he wouldn't be able to fight off any animals. That's when the sight of an abandoned building soon came into his range, he would pick up the pace lifting his muzzle up a bit to pick out any smells of other animals and was found with none. He stepped into the house roaming around until he found a mattress which he let his sore body sink into, he closed his normally cold eyes and fell into a deep sleep which made him flinch at first since he hadn't rested in some hours. Hell, he wasn't sure how long he had slept since he had first arrived or appeared on the beach. His paws were crusted in blood as well as underneath his cloak, the tigers skin being a faint pink colour that was slowly fading away thanks to the amount of rain that had poured onto it. He was certain that he would be able to sleep for decades much like Sleepwalker had when it was him and his clanmates, none of them were his friends or at least, he had never considered them that way. It was almost thought or considered selfish in this society nowadays, he wasn't able to act the way he truly was like without having someone become overly sensitive, the thought seemed to spike his irritation towards those that took things to literal.
That was when a voice seemed to pierce through any nightmares or dreams that he was having, he slowly opened his eyes trying to figure out where he was at the time. Abandoned house on a mattress. He lifted his house slightly unsure of what to say at first only to growl weakly "G-Get out. . ." If that wasn't enough to chase the intruder from his temporary home then he'd slowly rise to his paws shaking as he did this, his body screaming for him to lay down but Kunta being stubborn wouldn't do such a thing. He started limping through the home once more both curved ears angled forward until he caught sight of the angelic appeared caraval, she was definitely quite the creature and he had never seen anyone like her. He was about to repeat himself that she should leave yet he couldn't muster up the words as his good conscious would make him imagine himself in her situation, cold and completely drenched courtesy of the rain. His body shook as droplets of water and blood dripped from him, he took a step back feeling his head starting to ache before he would fall onto his side and pass out.