08-19-2018, 11:35 PM
If it was one thing, Marcel was no thief, or at least not yet. Being a pirate meant being able to steal treasures from other groups and of course he would do that, but he wouldn't steal from his own group as he didn't want to be the one to promote distrust among them. If he wanted something so badly he would buy it, not steal it. He would make sure to respect the owner of it well and leave it alone if they weren't interested in parting with it, not sneak into their home while they were away. While he didn't have a strong sense of morals he sure as hell wouldn't want to steal, especially from the wrong person at the wrong time. He wasn't that strong and frankly his limp didn't help him at at. He was weak, vulnerable, and only time and learning how to cope with his limp would help him out here. Messing with the wrong person would eventually take it's toll and probably get him beat up to a bloody pulp which he would love very much to avoid if possible. He already had a broken limp so he didn't need every other bone in his body to be just as broken.
Marcellus had been lying down in his hammock, soaking up the sunlight into his pelt and relaxing as he sunbathed and enjoyed a nice little drink of coconut water on the side. Even though he was sick that didn't mean he couldn't treat himself and thus so he was. The king cheetah flicked his ears at the sound of sand moving softly, his eyes opening to reveal the moving figure of Exodus. Frankly he wasn't too scared of the Utahraptor yet due to her being a child, but he also remembered the time her and her sibling tried to pull a fast one and injure him. He really did not want to imagine them as adults going around biting everyone. The thought gave him a small shiver as he got out of his hammock and his paws hit the ground, watching Exodus walk down the bay. Curiosity took over him and he began to follow the small bird-like dinosaur, being as quiet as he could possibly manage and suppressing his coughs to not give away his position. Upon watching Exodus going inside a shack, one that was obviously in use, the male quickly hid beside it.
The king cheetah waited for the baby Utahraptor to come out, watching her make her way out with a necklace in her jaws and ever so quickly it clicked for the king cheetah that she had just stole something from someone in the Typhoon. Marcellus got to his full height on his paws and moved in front of Exodus to look down at her. He knew that she wouldn't understand him but he would try anyways, the grim expression on his face giving away just as much as he needed to be given away. "Now that's not very nice. It's not yours." He'd coo, tone a bit amused but at the same time reprimanding.
Marcellus had been lying down in his hammock, soaking up the sunlight into his pelt and relaxing as he sunbathed and enjoyed a nice little drink of coconut water on the side. Even though he was sick that didn't mean he couldn't treat himself and thus so he was. The king cheetah flicked his ears at the sound of sand moving softly, his eyes opening to reveal the moving figure of Exodus. Frankly he wasn't too scared of the Utahraptor yet due to her being a child, but he also remembered the time her and her sibling tried to pull a fast one and injure him. He really did not want to imagine them as adults going around biting everyone. The thought gave him a small shiver as he got out of his hammock and his paws hit the ground, watching Exodus walk down the bay. Curiosity took over him and he began to follow the small bird-like dinosaur, being as quiet as he could possibly manage and suppressing his coughs to not give away his position. Upon watching Exodus going inside a shack, one that was obviously in use, the male quickly hid beside it.
The king cheetah waited for the baby Utahraptor to come out, watching her make her way out with a necklace in her jaws and ever so quickly it clicked for the king cheetah that she had just stole something from someone in the Typhoon. Marcellus got to his full height on his paws and moved in front of Exodus to look down at her. He knew that she wouldn't understand him but he would try anyways, the grim expression on his face giving away just as much as he needed to be given away. "Now that's not very nice. It's not yours." He'd coo, tone a bit amused but at the same time reprimanding.