10-30-2018, 01:36 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-30-2018, 01:42 AM by Vincent C..)
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So this was it huh? He finally made it to one of the territories of the strange groups his mother and brother had told him about. He could tell it wasn't just another marking from some random animal due to all the different scents that made up the border. Yet, despite markings being made from different people, they all smelled somewhat similar, thus hinting further that this was the scent marker of a group of animals.
Even if this wasn't one of the groups he was looking for, Vincent suspected that this was the best chance he'd have to at least get directions. So when the young cheetah approached the border, he took a seat a few feet away from the marker. Hopefully whoever owned this land didn't mind finding strangers on their borders. He was told that the groups are somewhat welcoming of newcomers, so hopefully, these people would be the same.
After waiting a few minutes alone with his thoughts, he drew the knife that was belted to his side and started to fiddle with the seemingly brand new ka-bar knife that his sister had given him. His mother had warned that this place was like the wild west, with dangerous people running amuck, which was what prompted his twin to give him this knife along with a quick crash course on how to use the thing. From what she taught him, it had seemed pretty simple, but he didn't think he'd have the nerve to actually stab someone with this thing. Either way, he had accepted it so that she wouldn't worry so much about him. Plus, it made a suitable item to remember her by, what with her somewhat martial nature. Course he had a picture of his family in the pouch next to the sheath on his belt, but this seemed a bit more personal.
With a shake of his head, Vin dashed away the thoughts of his family he left behind deciding to focus on the matter at hand. While nobody has come around to greet him yet, he already felt on edge, trying to plan out what he'd say when they arrived. While deep in thought, the cheetah had subconsciously spelled out his name by dragging the long blade of the knife through the ground, bringing the blade to a rest at the end of the "t", giving it an extra flourish.
So this was it huh? He finally made it to one of the territories of the strange groups his mother and brother had told him about. He could tell it wasn't just another marking from some random animal due to all the different scents that made up the border. Yet, despite markings being made from different people, they all smelled somewhat similar, thus hinting further that this was the scent marker of a group of animals.
Even if this wasn't one of the groups he was looking for, Vincent suspected that this was the best chance he'd have to at least get directions. So when the young cheetah approached the border, he took a seat a few feet away from the marker. Hopefully whoever owned this land didn't mind finding strangers on their borders. He was told that the groups are somewhat welcoming of newcomers, so hopefully, these people would be the same.
After waiting a few minutes alone with his thoughts, he drew the knife that was belted to his side and started to fiddle with the seemingly brand new ka-bar knife that his sister had given him. His mother had warned that this place was like the wild west, with dangerous people running amuck, which was what prompted his twin to give him this knife along with a quick crash course on how to use the thing. From what she taught him, it had seemed pretty simple, but he didn't think he'd have the nerve to actually stab someone with this thing. Either way, he had accepted it so that she wouldn't worry so much about him. Plus, it made a suitable item to remember her by, what with her somewhat martial nature. Course he had a picture of his family in the pouch next to the sheath on his belt, but this seemed a bit more personal.
With a shake of his head, Vin dashed away the thoughts of his family he left behind deciding to focus on the matter at hand. While nobody has come around to greet him yet, he already felt on edge, trying to plan out what he'd say when they arrived. While deep in thought, the cheetah had subconsciously spelled out his name by dragging the long blade of the knife through the ground, bringing the blade to a rest at the end of the "t", giving it an extra flourish.
[color=olive]"Life is Precious
Male Cheetah - 6 months - tags(wip)
[color=olive]So Make the Most of It."
Male Cheetah - 6 months - tags(wip)
[color=olive]So Make the Most of It."