STATE OF MY HEAD // o, feral monitor lizard (joining??)

[charrie graveyard]

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Had Joanna known there would be competition on this island, perhaps she would have thought twice about intruding on their beach- but to be honest, she probably wouldn't have cared anyway. Really, she was only concerned with three things right now- getting food, water, and making a nest. Everything else came secondary, but if anyone or anything dared to get in her way, she wouldn't hesitate to attack. After all, she didn't know if the creatures here, if any, were friend or foe. From Joanna's own experience, most turned out to be foe, things almost always coming down to a fight- but it was mostly because she had simply followed the orders of her master, who often used her to hunt down smaller animals or retrieve them from traps, bringing them back to him. While he sometimes gave her food as rewards, Joanna mostly followed his orders out of fear, as her master had been a rather... violent individual who didn't hesitate to shoot animals when they didn't do what he wanted them to do. In the end, this was the reason he had ultimately kept her around- because she had been "smart" enough to follow his orders. But now that she was on her own, and her awful master was nowhere to be found, Joanna had ultimately decided that she would never follow orders from anyone ever again- especially not from him.

Head whipping around at the sound of a voice, a growl rose in the goanna's throat, her gaze landing on the form of Papercutter. Yellow orange eyes narrowing, Joanna slowly turned around so that she was facing the jackal, a hiss of warning escaping her jaws. She didn't quite understand all of what he had said, only bits and pieces, but again- she wasn't concerned with what the male was trying to say to her right now. All she cared about was whether he was a threat or not- especially if he tried to get in her way. For a brief moment, her eyes slid to the undergrowth far behind the Typhoon member before they returned to Papercutter, her tail whipping back and forth behind her as she let out another growl, warning him not to come any closer. If he ignored her, she was already in a position to attack, claws curling to dig into the sand as she moved into a defensive stance.

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