With the recent sparring with Caesar, a spot in his pelt had been singed to the point where his fur was gone from it and the area stung though he did go to see Silus whom put on a few poultices and helped to dull at least some of the pain and start the healing process, but there was pain that would still linger along the wounded area. The king cheetah was padding back from the Colosseum, eyes narrowed as he limped and moved slowly, wincing at every step he was forced to take due to the pain. His mind was only on one thing and that was not looking weak, but he couldn't help the wincing that was brought to his features. A huff slipped beneath his breath as he found himself travelling through the jungle, his eyes darting here and there to check if anyone was around. His paws snapped twigs and sticks beneath them as he strode through the jungle until he made it out the other end, leaves covering his pelt until he shook them off and proceeded with his slow pace on his way back to his shack which had actually been cleaner than last time due to Luca cleaning up for him.
His paws pressed into the hot sand beneath as he made his way down the bay, wincing with every step while he tried to quicken his pace so that no one would see his moving figure in such pain, not wanting to give away his weakened state to the others. He didn't get very far until he ended up falling flat on his face, eyes narrowed in obvious annoyance. He wasn't too far away from his shack but he was far too discouraged to continue walking any further, Marcellus accepting his newly made defeat and slowly rising back up to his full height and beginning to allow his trudging paws to carry him to the water where he would sit down at the shoreline and look back at his left side where the burn wound was, sighing. Maybe next time he should be more careful with who he chose to spar with. He brought up a paw and splashed it into the water to create a strong mist that would land on his wound, at first stinging but helping to calm it down though not all that much. He turned his head from side to side to look around briefly before continuing to inspect his burn wound.
His paws pressed into the hot sand beneath as he made his way down the bay, wincing with every step while he tried to quicken his pace so that no one would see his moving figure in such pain, not wanting to give away his weakened state to the others. He didn't get very far until he ended up falling flat on his face, eyes narrowed in obvious annoyance. He wasn't too far away from his shack but he was far too discouraged to continue walking any further, Marcellus accepting his newly made defeat and slowly rising back up to his full height and beginning to allow his trudging paws to carry him to the water where he would sit down at the shoreline and look back at his left side where the burn wound was, sighing. Maybe next time he should be more careful with who he chose to spar with. He brought up a paw and splashed it into the water to create a strong mist that would land on his wound, at first stinging but helping to calm it down though not all that much. He turned his head from side to side to look around briefly before continuing to inspect his burn wound.