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[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Deserts were shit, jungles were even shitter, so one might've been thinking, what made the snow leopard want to travel so deep into hostile territory? Was it the rush of seeing an enemy face to face with him? How about the glory he felt when he made some fancy old fruitloop his bitch? Truthfully, it was neither, to think otherwise meant that they were putting thoughts into his head. Helios had absolutely no reason to be wandering about in the scorching heat, only that it seemed to make sense at the time and he had no where else to go. A long gash was visible on his head, going from the area above his ear to the back of his skull, wound festering in the unforgiving environment that he found himself in. His posture was boisterous as he traveled along the lonely lands, his eyes burned with fury, yet the rest of his body was being punished for such recklessness. Sand was sticking to his paws from sweat, rubbing between his toes and causing a subtle limp as the pain bit through his disposition.

After minutes that felt like hours, and hours that felt like days, Helios had rid himself of the desert, taking shelter under the much appreciated shades of the jungle. Like a bullet the stench of blood and creatures hit him, the male lifting his head up as if he hadn't dipped it from exhaustion moments before. Who the fuck decided to make their homes surrounded by sand and more sand? Someone who didn't want to be found. But, if they didn't want to be found, why not hide out in the desert as opposed to sticking out like a sore thumb against the creamy contrast? A sharp pain ran through his head, a warning that overthinking things whilst going through a hangover-esque state was just gonna make him miserable. He could smile and grin though everything else like a Cheshire Cat, but using his head? Eh, that was a bit much for one tired feline to handle.

"You're alone, but what's new?" he talked to himself in a hushed tone, not liking the way his voice cracked from dryness. Sooner he got to sit down without the worry of some tribe taking in him as a sacrifice, the better. Helios moved closer towards a tree, running his tongue against the dirty trunk as he tried to get some moisture from it. Trying not to think about how many bugs had fornicated on that very tree, Helios would move away once he got his throat wasn't feeling totally as burned out as it once was. Alright, now it was time to get down to business - some crazy motherfuckers were living out here, and he had to find them. "ALOOOOOHA!! I HATE TO INTERRUPT YOU FUCKS AND YOUR PEACEFUL MORNING BUT I WANNA KNOW HOW THE FUCK I CAN CONTINUE MY JOURNEY TO THE CENTRE OF THE EARTH!!". It was like a banshee's scream to get attention, grinning despite the way his body told him to stop wasting energy.