SHARP KNIFE - open; rosebloods

[COSMIIX]

☼ I WAS BORN OF THE WOMB OF A POISONOUS MAN. BEATEN AND BROKEN AND CHASED FROM THE LAND BUT I RISE UP ABOVE IT, HIGH UP ABOVE IT AND SEE —

The large jaguar had caught the scent of a different clan, he was unsure to who it was but the big cat would let his tail sweep over the sands as he made his way over. He wasn't exactly staying in the Pitt yet, he still took that small territory he had found a while ago as a temporary home for himself and frankly he hadn't adjusted to the imbeciles here and didn't make any plans on moving in just yet. His thoughts trailed away from the thought of moving into the clan permanently and onto the small family that he once possessed. Him, Blueridge, and Sephora. He missed them dearly yet he didn't reveal any of his emotions to anyone on the first day nor did he seem to have any intention of mentioning them in the future. It hurt remembering his separation from his lover yet his ears angled as he came into view of the vistors, he realized there was a manticore and next to them was. . . No. It was Blueridge. His once emotionless expression seemed to lighten up a bit though he seemed hesitant at first especially since he didn't know how to approach the other quite yet. You see, Kunta and Blueridge weren't the most affectionate but they did love each other. Blueridge was a soldier and Kunta had the mindset of a warrior quite similar to Blue. His large paws crushed the sand underneath him as he finally drew near with both curved ears angled forward, the God would twitch his whiskers briefly only to speak "Name," His gaze was concentrated onto the manticore, he knew Blueridge too well to even bother asking for her identity "And business."

He just hoped he wouldn't get snapped at by whatever his "clanmates" had done, he had only just gotten here. Kunta didn't want to already snarl and possibly verbally insult Blueridge's new clanmate. His gaze briefly melted as it locked onto his girlfriend "Blueridge," He hadn't seen her in so long and all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms to never let go, he wanted for their relationship to grow. His back ached but that wasn't the only thing that ached, no, he could feel his heart aching as he held in his breath hoping she wouldn't try killing him even if it didn't bother him at all. He had been smacked around by this woman several times in his life.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #17181e; font-size: 12px;"]— KUNTA BEKOE GHANA ☼

#psychosocial.