DARK STAR - - Open, Joining

[KHAOL CORATIO]

KHAOL CORATIO

✯ — BOYS LIKE US DON'T SHINE SO BRIGHT

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khaol's approach was far less, let's say... overdramatic. the night often kept the panther awake, dreams and nightmares from a time long past often haunting his mind, and so, he stayed awake. he'd grown used to it by now, it didn't show on his features and whilst the exhaustion would occasionally hit him, he was able to remain stable, his attitude rarely changing from his ever care-free vibe. it would take a lot stir the mindset from him, to lift away the mask that had painted itself on so permanently. perhaps, in some way, it really had grown to become a part of him, although that was a comprehension for another time. or never. probably never. it was better to leave such things to oneself, to keep them locked away in their minds, that way, they wouldn't bother anyone else. he'd had his time of burdening others, he planned to not have to do so any longer.

it seemed that once again, sleep had come in a bad batch, his eyes never seeming to close for more than a few moments before flashes of red had flashed across his mind. therefore, he had settled on exploration. there was a sort of eery silence that had stuck with him for a while, the only sound the crashing of the waves and the sway of the trees in the soft breeze. the smell of salt stuck to his nostrils, he was slowly beginning to adjust to living so close to the ocean, the panther would have been indistinguishable if not for his ever bright golden-green hues. though otherwise, the black panther's sleek form would remain mostly unseen. much like the stranger who, if not for the sound of wings, khaol would've missed entirely. his paws were moving, not particularly fast, but fast enough to be on gus' trail.

there was a moment after khaol arrived that he remained relatively quiet, his usual method of observation before introduction. sometimes it came across as rude, though over time khaol had learned to not care so much, he'd rather be able to figure out his thoughts first. gus knew him, knew, whatever it was, and within moments the curiosity in khaol was burning like a wildfire. he wanted to know everything, who was this super creepy dude? how did they know each other? why was he getting this weird vibe? but no, no instead he only cleared his throat, the curiosity refrained to only his gaze as he addressed the stranger. "khaol coratio," it was rude to not address one's self before asking for someone else's name. "and who are you? and why are you here?"

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✯ — MALE. THE TYPHOON. HARD. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.