days of thunder — 8/6 meeting

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GEISZLER CARALHO

Geiszler didn't particularly know why he stayed within the outskirts of Sunhaven and its inhabitants. He didn't have any sort of sentimental relationship with any of them and he hardly knew anyone due to being a brand spanking new bastard for them to deal with. Perhaps it was because they had offered up a temporary home for him to be in when he had stumbled in and made a joke of himself when running headfirst into water and scrambling out drenched and shivering. They all seemed like decent folk and despite the extreme isolation that he endured in his younger times, Geiszler was able to hold a trace of wanting to become their friend or at least someone that gave back when he had been greeted with warmth that matched the sun. He remembered beneath the rays of silver moonlight, the first face he had been met with was Jericho, the small tabby appearing full of kindness and generosity, the opposite of what he was honestly. If Geiszler had seen anyone in his home, he would chased them out without any hesitation no matter what. It had been what he had been taught and despite being a simple cheetah, he held a rather terrritorial behavior due to him aging in an isolated zoo residency that held a spot just for him and no one else.

The lithe figure of the burnt sienna brown wildcat was tying up random knot patterns as he glared down at a book that had shit about how to tie a knot. He didn't know why it would be necessary for any current situation but he just felt like it, his pale paws tugging at the ends of the rope to make a semi-decent knot before getting bored and tossing it over his head, aiming to just rip the pages of the book instead of flipping them to see if there was anything good. His half-lidded lime green eyes fluttered to the words until, at the corner of his eye, he caught the flash of the ivory and orange mixture that was the pelt of Jericho. He tipped his head up, his jet black ears swiveling towards the male with his gaze locking onto the other male. He remained silent and observed until watching the male scramble onto the fountain, causing Geiszler to snort, the corners of his lips pulling upwards as he began to hold back his laughter. Shit, wow was this rude? He forced himself to cease the laughter and noticed that he now called for a meeting. A meeting? Why?

Deciding he might as well check it out, the lanky male rose to a full standing position before lazily stretching out his limbs and heading over, the tall wildcat slipping to stand beside Reflet and Pele, his gaze briefly fluttering towards them as he wondered who the fuck they were. He didn't recognize them but he remained silent for now as he went into a slouched sitting position, his powerful back leg aiming to scratch at an itch behind his pierced ear before the tattooed male heard his name. Oh shit, they considered him a joiner and not just a visitor. He grimaced ever so slightly at the idea of permanently staying but he simply flashed a fake lopsided grin as he said "Uhh thanks, Stumpy." Geiszler then heard the Helion now speak about promotions, guilds, and politics. That shit went into one ear and left from the ear as he was oblivious to how groups worked. But he listened in, enjoying the ability to absorb new information and storage it within his mind. Maybe he would pick a guild to focus his "talents" on but he didn't think he would be much help since he wasn't a team player. As the meeting slowly unfolded into an end after a decent amount of time, the cheetah raised a paw for a question, furiously shaking it in the air before questioning loudly "Yeah I got a question. Do you have any place where I can find liquid to preserve my dead shit? I broke into someone's house thinking that they might have some but they said no and slapped me in the face but I'm still sad I didn't find any." He needed his shit or Geiszler was going to die from sadness. He swore he would or at least would say he would and then fake his death in some cool fight like wrestling a bear or something.

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