Tried and Tried a Million times // Bakari

[Bakari]

Bakari was new to The Pitt, but even he noticed the growth and flourishing environment that Olalla had concocted. Even so, it felt so drab. The rumors of violence and witty banter from the rest of the groups had yet to come true. Instead, The Pitt seemed so stagnant. Even somewhat out of the way. It saddened the newfound Pittian, knowing he would either have to make a change or leave The Pitt to fend for themselves. He was not uncaring though. He had tasks to do, some that would even be for the better, so he let himself go off on another adventure for the day in hopes of finding some progress.

The slick, skinny feline trudged out in the middle of the desert with his tail dragging in the sand and ears pressed against his skull. Speaking of drab, the desert was so blatantly boooooring. The only thing there from time to time was a joiner or two, perhaps even an adventurer or trader. He found himself wandering the edge from time to time, waiting for a new soul, just as he did today. Thankfully, one breached his interested in time, but not fast enough for the quick cheetah.

With a huff, the impatient being came to a pause before Jerikol. He had briefly heard the other's mumbles, noting their odd sing-song voice. "Wa-la-waaaa," he mimicked back with a snicker. "Surely, you're a singer. Sing me a song, buddy boy." The cheetah was serious to a fault. "Perhaps then we could discuss why you're here, stranger."