12-12-2018, 01:26 AM
Clarence hadn't been here for long. The only two leaders he'd known in his time here were Agathe, a woman who he'd never even really met apart from when she was making some poor tiger suffer, and Atticus, a man whom he trusted greatly. While he didn't know him well, he seemed honorable and wise enough to lead a group of people, or animals, in this case. Clarence at least trusted that he would keep this area relatively safe while he stayed here, which was a comfort. He was sick of looking out for everyone and fighting back all the enemies. He was more than happy to let someone else handle his safety for a little while, no matter how long it might really be. It was comforting to know there was an entire clan behind a leader that kept each other safe. As long as they didn't sail into any stormy waters, so to speak, he thought they'd be safe for quite some time and, even if they did, that Atticus would be able to lead them out of it. Hopefully. He had thought the same thing about Finnis and that hadn't ended so well for anyone.
In any case, Clarence was trying to do his best to ignore those sorts of thoughts. It was hard enough to wrap his mind around his current situation after leaving the human world, one where he'd been aboard the Queen Charlotte for months with a strict schedule and the fear of impending death at any moment, to this one. This world which, for all it's problems, seemed more peaceful than his old one, and one filled with animals that had complex thoughts, languages, and societies, all of which he understood as a fellow animal. It was a lot to take in.
Then there was that smell again. That awful smell. He smelled it here more often than he'd like to. Some sort of blood or rotting or terrible thing. Despite himself, despite ever logical thought in his head telling me to go in the opposite direction, away from the dead thing, he made the decision to hurry towards it. His mind screamed in protest but his paws carried him quickly to a strange scene of some kind of creature trembling beside a body of some kind. The man stiffened but stopped himself from any sort of attack. Despite what the events of the last week or so might bring one to believe, Clarence wasn't a man who preferred violence. In fact, he'd like to stay out of it as much as possible, but that simply wasn't what he was meant to do. While he didn't like violence, he also wasn't a man of inaction. If he felt there was danger, he would do his best to take care of it before it seriously hurt anyone. "Who are you?" He tried his best to steel his voice, but soon his expression and tone both softened and he was quick to add, "Are you well?" Clearly not but he wasn't sure how to help in this situation. He still stood at a distance, carefully guarded and with his entire body coiled, as though ready to move if need be. The creature didn't seem to be a threat but he wouldn't take any chances, not when it was standing over a body.
In any case, Clarence was trying to do his best to ignore those sorts of thoughts. It was hard enough to wrap his mind around his current situation after leaving the human world, one where he'd been aboard the Queen Charlotte for months with a strict schedule and the fear of impending death at any moment, to this one. This world which, for all it's problems, seemed more peaceful than his old one, and one filled with animals that had complex thoughts, languages, and societies, all of which he understood as a fellow animal. It was a lot to take in.
Then there was that smell again. That awful smell. He smelled it here more often than he'd like to. Some sort of blood or rotting or terrible thing. Despite himself, despite ever logical thought in his head telling me to go in the opposite direction, away from the dead thing, he made the decision to hurry towards it. His mind screamed in protest but his paws carried him quickly to a strange scene of some kind of creature trembling beside a body of some kind. The man stiffened but stopped himself from any sort of attack. Despite what the events of the last week or so might bring one to believe, Clarence wasn't a man who preferred violence. In fact, he'd like to stay out of it as much as possible, but that simply wasn't what he was meant to do. While he didn't like violence, he also wasn't a man of inaction. If he felt there was danger, he would do his best to take care of it before it seriously hurt anyone. "Who are you?" He tried his best to steel his voice, but soon his expression and tone both softened and he was quick to add, "Are you well?" Clearly not but he wasn't sure how to help in this situation. He still stood at a distance, carefully guarded and with his entire body coiled, as though ready to move if need be. The creature didn't seem to be a threat but he wouldn't take any chances, not when it was standing over a body.
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