08-21-2018, 11:50 PM
The morning had set in as the sun began to rise from above the horizon, glistening amongst the water as the waves crashed up against the sandy shore. Marcellus had been resting in shack, the male shifting onto his back into a more silly but comfortable position as his chest lightly heaved and he gave off a gentle snore. The sound of one large wave crashing against the shore was enough to wake up him, eyes flying open in shock before he realized that all he heard was the shore next to his shack, a sigh escaping his mouth as he got to his paws and shook out his sleek pelt. He was soothed usually by the waves crashing up against the beach but today they seemed a bit more aggressive than usual, causing the male to grow a bit worried but pushing it aside. Probably him just overreacting per usual. The king cheetah briefly looking out the window and wincing as the sunlight bloomed against his face, causing him to take a step back as if he were just blindly. An annoyed huff escaped Marcel before he decided to just start the day, slipping on his golden collar as it lied on the nightstand and heading out through the door that was slightly broken due to the events of his panic attack that had occurred only a few days ago.
Marcellus allowed his paws to pound against the sandy terrain beneath as he looked from to and fro before making his way towards the water for a brief drink for his parched and dry throat. His eyes closed before he opened them and they darted instantly to the tag around his paw, lifting his paw to get a closer look at it as he raised his head from finishing his drink. He couldn't help but be a tad reminiscent of his tag and every time he viewed it as it was a reminder to him that he was a survivor, someone who survived the humans when others around him in their lab, didn't. He was a survivor and because of that he didn't want to ever take off his tag or lose it, to show that he was one of the few to make it out of that hellhole. For a moment the king cheetah closed his eyes in thought before opening them again and sighing. He just wanted a day where he could relax and frankly that didn't seem like today considering it was only a few minutes of him waking up and he was already reminiscent of his past.
The king cheetah sighed and decided to go back into his shack and return out with a bag of jolly ranchers, plopping a cherry one in his mouth and relaxing in his hammock.
Marcellus allowed his paws to pound against the sandy terrain beneath as he looked from to and fro before making his way towards the water for a brief drink for his parched and dry throat. His eyes closed before he opened them and they darted instantly to the tag around his paw, lifting his paw to get a closer look at it as he raised his head from finishing his drink. He couldn't help but be a tad reminiscent of his tag and every time he viewed it as it was a reminder to him that he was a survivor, someone who survived the humans when others around him in their lab, didn't. He was a survivor and because of that he didn't want to ever take off his tag or lose it, to show that he was one of the few to make it out of that hellhole. For a moment the king cheetah closed his eyes in thought before opening them again and sighing. He just wanted a day where he could relax and frankly that didn't seem like today considering it was only a few minutes of him waking up and he was already reminiscent of his past.
The king cheetah sighed and decided to go back into his shack and return out with a bag of jolly ranchers, plopping a cherry one in his mouth and relaxing in his hammock.