07-22-2018, 08:18 PM
His ritual ceremony just like almost everyone else's, was the worst experience of his life. Besides from actually living out. Every step he took on that island from now on only haunted him with the experience he had that taunted and tormented him. He was mostly recovering now but other than that he had been a total wreck and frankly wasn't planning on ever staying on that island unless his life depended on it. Even then he'd probably be too hesitant. A part of him would of rather died than deal with the pain that the island had bring to almost anyone who stopped soil on it. He didn't know frankly if it was that juice or the island that did that stuff to him and he also really didn't want to know or find out. The king cheetah was done with that island and all he could wish for was the best for anyone who had to go and complete their ritual since that must of been a really painful experience. For now however, Marcel would enjoy his Haven Island free life comfortably, enjoying how he wouldn't have to stay on that island ever again. He would fight back if someone forced him to stay their.
Marcellus was curled up in his little shack, his head resting comfortably on his paws with his tail tip tucked neatly under his neck. His eyes were closed tight and shut, the light of sunrise beginning to shine through the shack and onto his spotted and splotched coat. Today he wanted to sleep in but he had been woken up by the voices nearby, his eyes narrowing to shut even more before he finally opened them in frustration. Looks like today wasn't his day to sleep in. The king cheetah made his way to his door where he pushed it open to see Rochelle and a few others. He could clearly see the emotions she bore on her face and instantly he was shocked, thinking something bad had happened for a moment until he got closer and heard her request. A new name? Was it really that bad? The male walked over to her side where he sat down. "You're a crewmate now. Congratulations, Fischer." He was approving and accepting of the name change, besides he had no right to disapprove. He didn't know Fischer on a personal level but he would like to for sure. "Well do you need anything? Food? Water?" He could tell that the wolf was really shaken up so he would offer to get her anything that she may need right now.
Marcellus was curled up in his little shack, his head resting comfortably on his paws with his tail tip tucked neatly under his neck. His eyes were closed tight and shut, the light of sunrise beginning to shine through the shack and onto his spotted and splotched coat. Today he wanted to sleep in but he had been woken up by the voices nearby, his eyes narrowing to shut even more before he finally opened them in frustration. Looks like today wasn't his day to sleep in. The king cheetah made his way to his door where he pushed it open to see Rochelle and a few others. He could clearly see the emotions she bore on her face and instantly he was shocked, thinking something bad had happened for a moment until he got closer and heard her request. A new name? Was it really that bad? The male walked over to her side where he sat down. "You're a crewmate now. Congratulations, Fischer." He was approving and accepting of the name change, besides he had no right to disapprove. He didn't know Fischer on a personal level but he would like to for sure. "Well do you need anything? Food? Water?" He could tell that the wolf was really shaken up so he would offer to get her anything that she may need right now.