Put the lime in the coconut ;; bakari

[Cobra]

Soft foot falls let others know that the dead eyed zombie cheetah was on the move. Paws carrying her off from her home and cubs. The kids were old enough to handle themselves. So, why should she stay at home all the time? She had other things on her mind. Finding that new cheetah. She finally cleaned the paint from her fur, minus a few flecks. Though it took ages and she was lucky none got in her rotting wound.

Today she was going to get to know that cheetah. Paws guiding her to where she last witnessed his form. There she sat and waited silently. Others passing her gaze, but not catching her interest. Not many did. When they do catch her interest, they are treated like Vale. They can talk, the litter was an accident, but she didn't regret them. She could not feel such things.

She simply wanted to understand things like vale or bakari. Strange behaviors. She enjoyed them.

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㊕ who is this irresistible creature

[Bakari]

With a yawn, Bakari laid back in his spot and let himself fall to the floor. A thump sounded out as he landed. The cheetah had a long day and needed to take a moment to breathe and, quite simply, so he did. With a few hefty breaths, the slick feline collected himself. The day was long though, there was still plenty to do. Despite that, he wanted to stay here for a few moments to just think and look around at his surroundings.

Calm, yet letting his tail lash happily, the newfound Pittian's colored gaze surveyed the area in front of them. Everyone seemed to be talking among one another as he laid on the pyramid's side, but one quiet individual appeared before his eyes. What was their name again? Bakari gritted their teeth trying to think of her name. Dead... something. It was edgy, he knew that. Truly, he noted, it fit her appearance.

He was going to wrack his brain for the longest time if he didn't just catch her attention. "YO, broski!" Bakari shouted towards the other. He flipped onto his stomach and pushed himself to his feet. "What was your name again, zombified member of the dark cult?"

[Cobra]

The sound of a voice made her gaze shift to see him there. The cheetah that was honestly the polar opposite of her. The woman lifted a front paw and flexed her claws as she watched him saunter over. Her slender limbs looking even more so next to his own. "Greetings. Bakari, wasn't it?" She offered in that dead tone as her empty optics watched him.

She wondered how he would react to her question. As if she forgot him and he had made no impression. The woman played mind games a lot. It was something her mind enjoyed. Not in the same way others did, of course. "Livingdead." She placed her paw onto the earth again. Letting her eyes find his own.

"A dark cult? If there was one i might join it." She mused with a twitch of her tail tip.

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㊕ who is this irresistible creature