Shapeshifting was never a power he found himself able to carry. He heard tales of others having the power, being able to shift into whatever form they so wished, but with him it was almost weird. He had heard that if you really willed it and wanted it, it would happen and so he did both and thus nothing would ever happen. He was beginning to think that it was a load of crap and that he would never have powers like everyone else in the Typhoon and it certainly was a bad thing because it made him vulnerable to so many things. He would never be as strong as everyone else and not only was his complete lack of powers proof of that, but his limp was as well. His limp slowed him down, made him weaker and more vulnerable than anyone else and frankly it pissed him off to no end. It hurt him that he would never be as strong, as fast, as good as them though he wasn't one to let that weakness show. In the past maybe, but it was different now. He needed to be strong for himself, for the Typhoon, and his lost family that haunted him one time not long ago to prove that point.
The slowly ending night time was proving to be restless for Marcellus, the king cheetah tossing and turning until his wake which he finally allowed his paws to carry him out of the wooden creaky bed. For a moment it looked as if pure anger was the only thing amongst his features until finally that anger subsided and he found himself exhaling a breath of annoyance. He wasn't content, far from that, and it seemed as if insomnia was beginning to get the best of him. Sometimes he would sleep as peaceful as a newborn kit but others he would barely catch any sleep and today was one of those nights. His paws began to carried him out of the bedroom of his shack over to the main living area where the door was, his paws pressing against the door to swing it open with a loud thud, the king cheetah cringing at how much force he had accidentally used in opening the door. Pushing that thought aside, the cheetah allowed his paws to sink into the cool sand as he leap down, eyes looking around in silence before he spotted a figure on the beach.
Usually joiners didn't come out this far unless they were trespassers and instantly fear shot up Marcellus, his eyes narrowing as he tried to look around for any other one of his clan mates to help him. No, no one was around but him. The Privateer wasn't sure how to react, did he just run in and ask their name and business before he jumped to conclusions? Yeah, maybe they missed the border. His paws began to carry him towards Lucifer before he stopped short and took a brief breath to help himself grow a bit more confident and not give off the fact that he was a bit terrified. Though he couldn't see completely what the trespasser looked like, he could tell that they were huge and way larger than he was. Slowly Marcellus began to creep up until finally he found himself face to face with the male. "Name and.." He stopped his sentence short as he narrowed his eyes to realize that this guy looked a lot like Lucifer but in a different type of body. Though he wasn't completely sure, Marcellus opened his jaws.
"Lucifer?" He questioned, slowly fear vanishing from his emotions as he began to recognize the large creature.
The slowly ending night time was proving to be restless for Marcellus, the king cheetah tossing and turning until his wake which he finally allowed his paws to carry him out of the wooden creaky bed. For a moment it looked as if pure anger was the only thing amongst his features until finally that anger subsided and he found himself exhaling a breath of annoyance. He wasn't content, far from that, and it seemed as if insomnia was beginning to get the best of him. Sometimes he would sleep as peaceful as a newborn kit but others he would barely catch any sleep and today was one of those nights. His paws began to carried him out of the bedroom of his shack over to the main living area where the door was, his paws pressing against the door to swing it open with a loud thud, the king cheetah cringing at how much force he had accidentally used in opening the door. Pushing that thought aside, the cheetah allowed his paws to sink into the cool sand as he leap down, eyes looking around in silence before he spotted a figure on the beach.
Usually joiners didn't come out this far unless they were trespassers and instantly fear shot up Marcellus, his eyes narrowing as he tried to look around for any other one of his clan mates to help him. No, no one was around but him. The Privateer wasn't sure how to react, did he just run in and ask their name and business before he jumped to conclusions? Yeah, maybe they missed the border. His paws began to carry him towards Lucifer before he stopped short and took a brief breath to help himself grow a bit more confident and not give off the fact that he was a bit terrified. Though he couldn't see completely what the trespasser looked like, he could tell that they were huge and way larger than he was. Slowly Marcellus began to creep up until finally he found himself face to face with the male. "Name and.." He stopped his sentence short as he narrowed his eyes to realize that this guy looked a lot like Lucifer but in a different type of body. Though he wasn't completely sure, Marcellus opened his jaws.
"Lucifer?" He questioned, slowly fear vanishing from his emotions as he began to recognize the large creature.