08-02-2018, 12:48 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]Today had been one of the few days that Des wasn't patrolling the beaches that served as the border to the territory. It wasn't because it was a tiring or boring endeavor, for he rather enjoyed staring out into the calming waves, but instead he had been a bit too preoccupied doing other things to take the time to do what had become like second nature to him. Wake up, eat, patrol, then do other things, only to end his day with another patrol as sleep refused to take him. That was his constant schedule, and it took something serious to get him to break it.
The reason was serious enough, however. The last few days were spent worrying over the 'jungle juice' endeavor that he had been told of that joiners were expected to initiate. Although some went into it blind, Des was curious and wary by nature, and he had soon found out just what that juice did to your brain.
He wasn't looking forward to the 50/50 chance he had to either live his greatest dream or his greatest nightmare for five hours.
It was why he had missed the boat, something that would once again prove to be a new sight to the male. It was why, as well, he was surprised to hear a voice coming from someone who he had never met before, and the child's words only enforced his belief that it wasn't a random member he had yet to meet, but rather someone... who had came in when he wasn't paying attention.
It was no secret that Des had a soft spot for kids, but also a general lack of knowledge of how to take care of them. He had been raised on the streets without a father in sight, so his model was shaky at best and terribly incompetent at worst. Still, he offered the best smile he could to the oncilla, padding up to try and discern where the kid had come from and, more importantly, why.
"I hear ya, kiddo," Des called out in response, finally stopping at where the child stood with a soft wave of his tail. "I'm out here, but... you chose a strange place to find friends in. Where'd you come from? What's your name?"
The reason was serious enough, however. The last few days were spent worrying over the 'jungle juice' endeavor that he had been told of that joiners were expected to initiate. Although some went into it blind, Des was curious and wary by nature, and he had soon found out just what that juice did to your brain.
He wasn't looking forward to the 50/50 chance he had to either live his greatest dream or his greatest nightmare for five hours.
It was why he had missed the boat, something that would once again prove to be a new sight to the male. It was why, as well, he was surprised to hear a voice coming from someone who he had never met before, and the child's words only enforced his belief that it wasn't a random member he had yet to meet, but rather someone... who had came in when he wasn't paying attention.
It was no secret that Des had a soft spot for kids, but also a general lack of knowledge of how to take care of them. He had been raised on the streets without a father in sight, so his model was shaky at best and terribly incompetent at worst. Still, he offered the best smile he could to the oncilla, padding up to try and discern where the kid had come from and, more importantly, why.
"I hear ya, kiddo," Des called out in response, finally stopping at where the child stood with a soft wave of his tail. "I'm out here, but... you chose a strange place to find friends in. Where'd you come from? What's your name?"
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