07-18-2018, 01:41 AM
Marcellus had to admit, this was basically the only place he had actually stayed in for a while that didn't want to make him run and hide. That was definitely saying something. He had been only one other place his entire life and that was the enclosed walls made by man and human, disgusting, filthy, scaring and looming. The walls of man made attractions were things he didn't want to be near again, now preferring the open or even an old fashioned den made of logs and shit to sleep in. Call it old school, or him just being a massive crybaby chicken. With the way he spent nearly his entire life in man made walls, he had no room to talk about a disgusting marshland, which he happened to not exactly mind. There was no sunlight and it had been dark, yeah, but that was something he was already used to. The dark with little light. He would hopefully find himself adjusting quickly. Though he had been exploring the territory, and by the way it looked and how dense and compact the undergrowth was, he would barely be able to do things such as daily runs. Though it was good for learning different techniques. Ones he didn't already know.
The male began to make his way through the swamp only to hear voices grower nearer and nearer, his eyes narrowing into a squint to try and make out the figures before he was close enough to make them out without having to squint, his paws carrying him through the wet undergrowth with minimal ease. From behind he must of looked clumsy and stupid, though it would take time for him to get used to this type of territory with him being used to the open. He moved through the bushes to make his way next to Aya, watching silently as he studied the lion. That collar. The steel collar around his neck was no doubt man made, causing the cheetah to flinch. He wanted less reminders of the humans and their destructive oddities, not more.
The male began to make his way through the swamp only to hear voices grower nearer and nearer, his eyes narrowing into a squint to try and make out the figures before he was close enough to make them out without having to squint, his paws carrying him through the wet undergrowth with minimal ease. From behind he must of looked clumsy and stupid, though it would take time for him to get used to this type of territory with him being used to the open. He moved through the bushes to make his way next to Aya, watching silently as he studied the lion. That collar. The steel collar around his neck was no doubt man made, causing the cheetah to flinch. He wanted less reminders of the humans and their destructive oddities, not more.