The woman of shadows and sorrows moved through the sands silently. Paws carrying her towards her home with a basket in her jaws. She hobbled along at a steady pace. As if her leg was still there and she wasn't bothered at all. It had taken some time, but she was over her struggles with her leg and most of her inner demons. Most of them, anyways.

She stopped outside her home to set the basket down. Looking down at the king cobra inside it. She had been keeping Tiku away from the group. Mainly for fear someone might kill him or be afraid of him. Now, though, she was not going to hide anything else.

She had a right to love her pet and herself. Wasn't that the point of the matter? Jor and Devildog taught her that. She rather enjoyed their company. Not as much as her sisters, though. She missed her again and wondered if her injuries were to hard for her still. She tried to visit and was turned away by the healers. She understood the reason behind this. She couldn't lie about that. Yet, she wondered if she should ty again. Sighing silently the woman would feel the coils of her pet wrapping about her small frame. The massive ten foot beast was heavy, but she was stronger than she looked. So, she sat down and purred. Letting her pet rub its face upon her own muzzle.

Tiku always took away her stress and worry. For that, she was grateful. Even if others might see this scene and be concerned. She was not.

She trusted him.

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Upon spotting the woman of shadows from afar, one question came to mind... Did everyone have to be so edgy within The Pitt? The ever changing rainbow cheetah was starting to notice a pattern, though he was never disappointed by it. In fact, he admired their darkness. It was why he came to The Pitt. The fact meant that there was some potential for sharp edge, something he dearly desired in his life. Today, thankfully, gifted him with no different.

He could not help but notice her basket though. Had she gotten that from Night of No Stars? Did the other LIE to him by saying he made baskets only for the groups? Surely, the other did not, but the thought couldn't be helped inside Bakari's  small mind. Jealous of the other's impressive craftsmanship, the cheetah trudged forward with his tail lashing and eyes narrowed towards Always Dead.

"YOU! I SEE YO- OH MY GOD. A FUCKING SNAKE!"

Wildly, they jumped back as the snake's head poked out of the basket and started to crawl up the other's frame. The ten foot snake was large and deadly. Though, he would later admire the snake, he could not currently be consoled. He had gone for the basket, but was instead surprised by a slithery reptile. His small, yet tall, frame was shaking in shock. For now, he needed a few moments to recover. A few deep breaths, some thoughts to be recollected, and then a repositioning of his attitude were definitely needed.

In time, Bakari recovered from the scare. With a nervous laugh, the cheetah smiled. "Okay, so, the basket is not the concern here," came his nonchalant murmur, almost consoling himself.

The sound of paws followed by a voice. She knew the smell and sound and her head turned towards Jor. Ears perking as she let her eyes scan him for anything. Any sign he disapproved of Tiku. "I raised him from an egg a long time ago. He found his way home and well i kept him hidden for a bit." Her pet was watching Jor and she knew he was simply curious.

Another voice and then a scream made her head turn. "Are you okay? Tiku is harmless, i promise." She offered the thought calmly as she did not know if the other would accept her telepathy. She hoped so, though. Tiku was shifting into her fur as the domestic feline watched the larger cheetah.

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Continuing to console himself, the cheetah muttered to himself underneath his breath. His words were unheard by the others, but one could infer that by his panicked expression, he was full of colorful language, just like his appearance. As his heart pounded in his ears, he could only hear what Always Dead said to him. Was he... okay? Bakari was not so sure. He bit down on his tongue and continued to smile through the pain. "I'm fiiiiine," he slurred. He was so flustered that barely noticed that her voice did not come from her throat, but instead came through his mind.

His colorful gaze shifted towards Always Dead and Jormungand, watching as the dark feline offered their paw out towards the snake. The cheetah shook his head in disapproval. "Harmless," he nervously cackled. A paw raised up from the floor and curled downwards, claws unsheathing on the edges to mimic fangs. He lightly pawed at the air. "Suuuure..." That snake had to have fangs, didn't it?