☼ I WAS BORN OF THE WOMB OF A POISONOUS MAN. BEATEN AND BROKEN AND CHASED FROM THE LAND BUT I RISE UP ABOVE IT, HIGH UP ABOVE IT AND SEE —

The Pitt. He didn't seem to care all that much for the place but it reminded him slightly of his home before he had ran off to avoid his abusive father. It was for the best even if he did leave behind the only person he ever loved or remotely considered them family, his mother. She was very important to him and he got angry at the mere thought of someone even looking at her with a certain look. He'd kill and skin them. Though he wasn't in the Pitt anymore, he felt pleased to say the least especially since he didn't need to be the heat that the desert seem to be so famous for. The Rosebloods. They lived in a mansion and Kunta had yet to explore the whole area though his current task was moving in with Blueridge, a room to call their own. It was certainly a change from a cabin though his thoughts once more drifted away from the past as he glanced around the room noticing what a mess it was. He blinked his half closed eyes for a moment only to sigh quietly removing his feathers and the tiger skin from his back, he didn't want them getting in the way and he was comfortable enough around Blueridge to not worry about her seeing all the scars scattered on his backside. He mumbled quietly to himself as he began to pick up a few bits of debris. His muscles rippled underneath his somewhat glossy coat. Kunta would briefly pause here and there being distracted by his own thoughts, all he could think of was the cabin that he, Sephora, and Blueridge had once shared together. It felt slightly odd, that it was now the two of them. Hm, he missed those days but he was grateful that one of his loved ones had showed up to lead him away from a clan he had only stayed a night within.
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[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #17181e; font-size: 12px;"]— KUNTA BEKOE GHANA ☼