07-18-2018, 01:29 AM
Not even a day here and already there seemed to be drama? Interesting. The male had been staying with the group until he was ready to travel again, but frankly he was also considering joining though this didn't exactly look good. What had this group exactly done to piss off these people? The king cheetah had been padding through the marshlands to stretch his legs before he had heard the daunting and commanding tone of Roy. Were they apart of the group too? His formalities right now were a bit iffy considering he had just taken refugee inside the group but now seemed more a better time than any other to get to know a few fellow members. Slowly the guy began to limp towards the sound of the voice before an unfamiliar scent hit his nose. This scent didn't smell like the group that lived in the Marshlands which the conclusion instantly made the hairs on his back begin to rise and his eyes narrowed. The foreign scent would definitely explain why the voice sounded so angry and hostile, it was easy for one to tell that the tone wasn't exactly friendly.
Marcellus began to move through the wet land, his pelt becoming slightly wet before he stopped himself behind a few bushes, his head peering over to see what was happening, though all he could make out was two guys on the border and members from his own group. He didn't exactly know the group of Tanglewood very well, let alone being an actual member of the group, but they had allowed him to seek refugee in the place and therefore he would allow himself to help them. Well, unless it meant him dying or nearly dying, then he would high tail it out of the place. While he wasn't exactly the selfish or disloyal type, he wasn't the reckless type either and knew that he was an easy defeat. He would fight for his group, but this wasn't his group. Not yet at least. The king cheetah weaved his way through the bushes to stand beside the two members of Tanglewood, his eyes looking over at them before peering over to the foreign "invaders." Noting Beck's choice of words and tone, Marcel could only guess that this was going to get ugly.
Marcellus began to move through the wet land, his pelt becoming slightly wet before he stopped himself behind a few bushes, his head peering over to see what was happening, though all he could make out was two guys on the border and members from his own group. He didn't exactly know the group of Tanglewood very well, let alone being an actual member of the group, but they had allowed him to seek refugee in the place and therefore he would allow himself to help them. Well, unless it meant him dying or nearly dying, then he would high tail it out of the place. While he wasn't exactly the selfish or disloyal type, he wasn't the reckless type either and knew that he was an easy defeat. He would fight for his group, but this wasn't his group. Not yet at least. The king cheetah weaved his way through the bushes to stand beside the two members of Tanglewood, his eyes looking over at them before peering over to the foreign "invaders." Noting Beck's choice of words and tone, Marcel could only guess that this was going to get ugly.