Geiszler needed a place to crash. After finding some trouble recently, the aching wounds that scrapped his right flank were being a pain in the ass and he frankly couldn't find any decent herbs to sterlize it. He knew there was a likelihood of him finding some more human-like medicine in the closer areas of abandoned towns or cities but he had never expected anyone to live anywhere that was a town. Especially a seatown. He had heard from whispering rogues that there were growing groups that were outside the big main four and personally, Geiszler was tempted to join them. The only problem was that he wasn't sure how. Was he just supposed to waddle in and claim a spot or what? Some sort of ritual or procedure had to take place for him to do? As long as it wasn't something he didn't like...which was a lot of things. The sleek cheetah was stumbling within his expansive mind on what to do and how to do it but he didn't dwell too much into it as he strode through the mountainous range that he had decided to check out. His pale rosey pink blood was dripping and leaving a trail, instantly striking the ground and causing small sprouting yellow dandelions to appear. He glanced down at the small scratch marks and gave his pelt a light shake a he mumbled a soft "fuck" before slowly descending down from the large hill he had climbed.

The coffee brown male upper lip slowly curled as a yawn itched at his throat and he parted his jaws to let it out except a sudden burp joined in and caused a small jump from him. His long tail twitched as the male's emerald green eyes flickered down and he slightly giggled, amused by the sudden weird mixture of a burp and a yawn. "A yurp?" he inquired to himself as his tongue flicked out to draw over his pale dust brown muzzle before finally reaching level ground. Geiszler tipped his head up to notice that it was still dark out, the ink cobalt blue sky scattered with constellations he was able to identify but didn't know exactly much about using them to his advantage. Hadn't lost travelers use them to guide themselves to a sanctuary? He wasn't exactly looking for a permanent one, he had never been able to settle down anywhere. Maybe it was how the loneliness of being his own company haunted him in eerie silence when he would find a cabin to live in when he had finally escaped that hell of a place. Despite the fur having grown back to where there were once wounds, his entire body was littered with scars from the fights he had been forced into. The ring had never been kind to him but he had managed to push through it all and had even found a way to slip through his cage and be free from all the pain he had been forced to endure. He wasn't really an aggressive fighter, he knew how to strike and hit due to the desire of wanting to live but all he wanted was to find meaning. Something that made you feel pain wasn't the meaning of one's life was it? He hoped not.

The male's sour green apple colored gaze was locked onto the town that seemed to float on the edge of land and lazy water, his head tipping ever so slightly to the side as he halted for a bit to see if there was any threat connected to it. He was oblivious to the fact that most tended to be asleep at the time he was traveling, his schedule for sleep a horrible one that made it difficult for him to really see anyone during the day (then again he had always been alone). But it seemed if there was any life rolling around, Geiszler wasn't able to tell. His tail wagged lazily behind him in eagerness to finding some decent bandages and something to eat, his stomach growling as if he had been starving for a week even though he had not eaten anything for a couple of hours. Humming a soft tune, the solid colored wildcat stepped into the entrance and began checking the area out, his dark nose sniffing at some woven baskets that held some fish, their beady eyes staring up at him. He raised a fictional eyebrow, debating if he was really that hungry to eat seafood. He didn't mind it but he was particularly craving something specific that was at the tip of his tongue but wasn't able to identify. Was it fruit? Specifically mango. With barbeque sauce. A grimaced expression danced over his facial features when the thought of the odd combination made his stomach rumble some more and he bit back a curse when he heard footsteps and voices. Was someone nearby?

Before he could see if that was true, the lithe male began to bolt away, his light cream paws softly thumping against the slightly shifting boards. His heart thrummed and beat against his chest and roared in his pierced ears as he wondered who could it be. He had forgotten that he was bleeding and that he was leaving behind a trail of dandelions for anyone to follow due to his blood. Geiszler glanced over his shoulder to see if anyone was following but didn't notice that he had reached the end of a port and suddenly, the ground beneath him disappeared. His paws stumbled to seek it and as he turned back to face forward, all he saw was the surface of the water come closer to him. "Shitshitshitshitshitshi-!" Geis exclaimed, cut off by the impact as his body sunk into the water. The cold contrast of the water caused every nerve in his body to electrify with energy, demanding that he should not be in the water. He wasn't a fucking fish or a sea dweller so the male began to scramble to resurface, his front legs flailing as he finally broke through the water with a loud gasp. He sputtered a bit, his throat stinging from the sodium that the water contained before scrambling back onto the boards that bobbed lazily to the waves of his impact. The shivering male finally settled onto the solid ground, soaked in the moonlight and water, his bubblegum pink blood blending with the water as it landed and sprouted more weeds around his laying form. His jade green gaze fluttered open as he glanced up, heart lurching to his throat as he began to notice dark silhouettes come heading in his direction. Fuck.