08-26-2018, 02:44 AM
Usually when someone would appear at the gate it would be someone trying to form an alliance between their group and the Typhoon, enemies trying to piss them off, or a joiner wanting to join. Sometimes someone who's lost too could fit in that category though that would prove to be quite uncommon. The king cheetah was out on the beautiful day, sun beating down at his back as his paws pounded against the ground beneath. Slowly with every exercise he managed, he was getting stronger, faster, more precise. He wasn't there yet but soon he would be at the goal he had set for himself. His side burned still with the burn wound that was placed on his side, fur still singed and covered in poultices that would cover up the gruesome sight and also work to heal it as quick as it could manage. The burn did definitely slow his movements a bit but he was able to still manage a steady and good pace that would help to still exercise out his bones and muscles. His paws began to slow down near the gate as he heard the sound of bells in the air, his head turning to look over to the gate where someone was standing.
Marcellus was a bit scared to approach him by himself considering no one else was around, but the king cheetah didn't want to be seen as a wuss, as weak. No, he couldn't be weak. His bright eyes narrowed and he began to limp his way towards the gate where he would look at the merchant. A merchant huh? He peered behind her to look at her cart full of mysterious wares, the male padding over to it and beginning to look at them all, though still keeping his eyes on Lua just in case she decided to pull some funny stuff. Despite trying to appear all brave, he was still racked by nerves for if this wolf decided to attack any second, as if the mask wasn't ominous enough. "Marcellus." He introduced himself as he looked around at the things on her cart. Nothing particularly interested him until he found a box. Interest peeked as he picked up the box with his paws and set down on his hind legs, shaking it to hear something jolting inside. "What's this? What's in here?" His head peered up to look at her as he motioned to the box that was lying on her cart.
Marcellus was a bit scared to approach him by himself considering no one else was around, but the king cheetah didn't want to be seen as a wuss, as weak. No, he couldn't be weak. His bright eyes narrowed and he began to limp his way towards the gate where he would look at the merchant. A merchant huh? He peered behind her to look at her cart full of mysterious wares, the male padding over to it and beginning to look at them all, though still keeping his eyes on Lua just in case she decided to pull some funny stuff. Despite trying to appear all brave, he was still racked by nerves for if this wolf decided to attack any second, as if the mask wasn't ominous enough. "Marcellus." He introduced himself as he looked around at the things on her cart. Nothing particularly interested him until he found a box. Interest peeked as he picked up the box with his paws and set down on his hind legs, shaking it to hear something jolting inside. "What's this? What's in here?" His head peered up to look at her as he motioned to the box that was lying on her cart.