like a bulldozer | introduction

[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 smell of carrion was certainly unappealing yet it hasn't taken long for Kunta to grow accustomed to it although, he would try to find little solutions to not have to smell it everyday at least not in his room whwre he shared it with his girlfriend. He thought about those small incense sticks those usually smelt nice for a while, he even began to think of a slight joke by trying to make said sticks a blueberry smell since he always nicknamed his girlfriend Blueberry from the beginning. She calling him Chile Man because of the small bracelet on his front foot, his whiskers twitched in subtle amusement at the thought and joke itself yet his ears would flick a bit catching the sound of two individuals speaking. The jaguar wasn't the most social and he didn't exactly have a dying loyalty toward a clan until he probably settled down, he was sure that wouldn't take too long especially with Blueridge being there with him. He just had to get over the daunting task of cleaning their room and well, it was quite cluttered to say the least. He had a few other thoughts sitting on the backburner of his mind yet he usually went over them at the middle of the night when he somehow couldn't manage to find any sleep. It reminded him of the time when he was restless, his feelings for Blueridge had made him so restless it was ridiculous. He remembered being unable to sleep and struggling to even think properly which came to a surprise for such a stoic, strategic being like himself. These memories amused him now then at that time, he recalled being so frustrated and falling off the branches he once slept upon. Finding his way over through their voices, the jaguar would approach only to introduce himself "Kunta Ghana," He went silent hearing what Sephiroth was saying though it made him a lose a little interest yet reminded him of his idea just a few moments ago "Mm. . . One certainly gets used to it at some point." He finished with a light shrug of his shoulders.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #17181e; font-size: 12px;"]— KUNTA BEKOE GHANA ☼

#psychosocial.