11-03-2018, 11:20 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]His heart was running wild, reverberating like the panicked rush of wildebeests, unable to keep still because he was beginning to stress. It wasn't so much that he didn't like to wait, it was the fact that everywhere he stood seemed to give him a bittersweet sting. He felt unsafe, unsure how he could cope for any longer when the rising form of a lion suddenly catches his darting eyes. If he were blind, he wouldn't have even realised the other was there. He couldn't smell him, nose clouded by the thick smell of vegetation, dung and slithering creatures. Rosebloods. The rumours he had heard along his travels were correct, about to grasp his book and document his findings when he remembered he had lost it during a mugging. He lost everything. There was the problem to being alone: there was no one to back you up, nothing to look forward to beyond surviving a day. He wasn't blessed like others, blessed in a way that he possessed powers or mutations that could help him. As far as he was concerned, he was just a normal coyote who liked to read and imagine alternate futures. The only thing he had going was that brain of his but even then he didn't possess supernatural intelligence, he just knew a few herbs here and there to help him on his travels.
To be frank, he already felt nervous. The young scientist had never really tried to join a group before. The closest Perry had ever gotten to being within one was when he was traveling with a merchant group, merely tagging along to listen to the stories they had to share. It was true though, some of the stories, that the Rosebloods was a group that radiated in prestige. This lion seemed to know exactly who was boss. He wouldn't find the other cocky either considering he was nothing more but a canine, smaller than a wolf, and unable to bear the pain of a mere fire ant bite. Perry offers the male a weak smile, sheepish: "J...Joining, s-s-sir," he says softly, stuttering over his words. The volume he spoke at had never really been a problem. It was rare of him to have used his voice and he often let others do the talking. Now it all felt raw and strange, untrained noise leaving his lips. This was perhaps a problem he would have to learn to deal with because living in a group meant he would have to interact with others sooner or later, but he doubts he would ever be truly free from his awful stammers. "Perry," he then adds, ears perking in an attempt to muster more confidence in his voice, "Name's... Per-Perry."
To be frank, he already felt nervous. The young scientist had never really tried to join a group before. The closest Perry had ever gotten to being within one was when he was traveling with a merchant group, merely tagging along to listen to the stories they had to share. It was true though, some of the stories, that the Rosebloods was a group that radiated in prestige. This lion seemed to know exactly who was boss. He wouldn't find the other cocky either considering he was nothing more but a canine, smaller than a wolf, and unable to bear the pain of a mere fire ant bite. Perry offers the male a weak smile, sheepish: "J...Joining, s-s-sir," he says softly, stuttering over his words. The volume he spoke at had never really been a problem. It was rare of him to have used his voice and he often let others do the talking. Now it all felt raw and strange, untrained noise leaving his lips. This was perhaps a problem he would have to learn to deal with because living in a group meant he would have to interact with others sooner or later, but he doubts he would ever be truly free from his awful stammers. "Perry," he then adds, ears perking in an attempt to muster more confidence in his voice, "Name's... Per-Perry."