07-18-2018, 10:09 PM
Soon he will have to take his own entrance ritual and frankly he wasn't sure what to expect. Right now he needed a good nap before he could take one otherwise he'd probably fall asleep in the first hour of it. So for now he was going off to find a place for himself to nap when he turned his head to see a boat push up to the shore in which the cheetah naturally went to go investigate. Marcellus began to push through the bushes, peering over to watch the guy write down his confession through it into the water, and by the looks of it he could tell that this was probably a part of the entrance ritual. So this guy passed it huh? Slowly, Marcel pushed his way through the bushes and began to pad over to the guy, his paws sinking in the hot sand. He looked down at the water and then back at the guy. "Congratulations." He spoke with a nod. He wasn't exactly sure if he had the right to ask how it went and besides, he wanted to be surprised when he took his own ritual and oh boy was he in for a very bad treat when he would. The time of his ritual wasn't far off now. In fact, it would soon be in a few hours after his nap which he badly wanted to get started on.
"My name is Marcellus. You are?" Voice lax and mellow, the piebald cheetah introduced himself with a nod, sitting down on the sand and pushing his limp leg out from under him. He wasn't going to stick around long as this guy probably wanted to sleep and Marcel definitely needed to catch a few z's as well. "So how was it, was the island nice? I gotta take my ritual soon so it would be nice to know what to expect." Though the last part held a bit of compassion. The guy didn't need to talk about what happened if he didn't want too, and he certainly didn't want this guy to blow off on him just because he asked a few questions about the ritual. Whatever happened, Marcel wasn't guaranteed to need to know.
// sorry for the lack of muse! i'm not sure how to reply to it since it was all on a different island
"My name is Marcellus. You are?" Voice lax and mellow, the piebald cheetah introduced himself with a nod, sitting down on the sand and pushing his limp leg out from under him. He wasn't going to stick around long as this guy probably wanted to sleep and Marcel definitely needed to catch a few z's as well. "So how was it, was the island nice? I gotta take my ritual soon so it would be nice to know what to expect." Though the last part held a bit of compassion. The guy didn't need to talk about what happened if he didn't want too, and he certainly didn't want this guy to blow off on him just because he asked a few questions about the ritual. Whatever happened, Marcel wasn't guaranteed to need to know.
// sorry for the lack of muse! i'm not sure how to reply to it since it was all on a different island