FILLING US WITH LIES | o, joining

[FUBUKI]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]His head hurt. It was just a dull throbbing, not the worst pain that the young male had ever experienced in his life, yet with it came a sense of vertigo. The ground felt further away than it was, the knolls of the upcoming territory spinning around his vision. With gritted teeth the domestic cat pushed himself forwards, nose wrinkling meekly as the scents of claimed lands became closer and closer to him. Ren knew he needed to get there, needed to rest in a place where there was shelter in case the colder nights whipped his life away from him. On clumsy paws the loner pushed himself forwards, grey eyes squinting to try and stop his double vision from causing him further problems. Glasses dangling around his neck from a string seemed like an effective counterbalance to the blur, yet they'd do nothing in this case. Ren had whacked his head pretty hard escaping from a furious adult, feline agility faltering just enough in the face of danger to leave him colliding with a tree head first. Such carelessness from the cat was rare, but at least the accident had not caused him to lose his memories, or perhaps even worse... his life. It's your own fault he told himself, though such a scolding inner voice only resulted in Ren smirking at himself. Right, it was, showing off wasn't always going to end spectacularly for him.

As a sharper throb broke through the numbing ones, the male lost his smile. Replaced with a rather neutral looking frown, the softness in his unfocused eyes suggested that at least it wasn't directed at anyone. A 'resting bitch face' one might call it, it was the best thing to call it though Ren would've hoped for something at least a little more formal to name his expression. Now didn't seem to be the time to think about such things though, should he enter a state of overthinking who knew what it'd do to his headache? Hoping that his relaxed body language would cover any suspicion that he was in pain (though a lashing tail certainly suggested that something was up), Ren carefully sat himself down on the borders, mouth dry. The feline didn't think he had it in him to call out for attention, and he was confidant that some patrol would come looking for stragglers on the borders soon enough. Giving a brief look at the fur sticking up all over the place along his spine, Ren ignored clearing his pelt of debris and leftover foliage for now, instead trying his hardest to focus on the hills out in front of him. Waiting like a statue was certainly making his eyes tired, his blinks were also growing rather sleepy in nature, and it was at that point that the feline realised how impatient he was getting watching nothing. Sheesh he needed something to do to get his mind off his cranium.