02-14-2019, 12:49 AM
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There had been little to no issue for the caracal that prowl around the borders getting through the desert. Of course he had been tempted to turn around once due to the lack of water and the fact that he was fucking thirsty, but the thought had only traced his mind once, and it had pissed him off. He wasn't a coward, wasn't someone who gave up half way through something - those he'd known in the past would be able to agree to that. Of course, they were no longer around, nor was he, really, seeing as the once happy-go-lucky canine now was a feline that thirst for something more than water, something slightly thicker.
When he had left his old home, he had been caught by a group of rouge loners, and they changed him. They broke the male. A year ago, he would have cared, but now? Now he just wanted a place to stay, a place to watch, a place to judge. All these creatures that were gathering around in their groups and clans, thinking they were safe from harm as lost as they stuck together. Ha. Pathetic. He knew the truth, and once you were an inconvenience or no longer wanted, they would kick you to the curb, run you out, kill you and he wanted every part of it, every part of killing those he didn't like. Of course, he'd be quiet about it, maybe make a few friends along the way, but he'd get what he wants, one way or another.
Eyes watched the forest intently, ears pricked as he walked back and forth, waiting to be approached as he knew that he would be.
// this is so rushed. I'm so tired. It might not make sense. I'm sorry lol
When he had left his old home, he had been caught by a group of rouge loners, and they changed him. They broke the male. A year ago, he would have cared, but now? Now he just wanted a place to stay, a place to watch, a place to judge. All these creatures that were gathering around in their groups and clans, thinking they were safe from harm as lost as they stuck together. Ha. Pathetic. He knew the truth, and once you were an inconvenience or no longer wanted, they would kick you to the curb, run you out, kill you and he wanted every part of it, every part of killing those he didn't like. Of course, he'd be quiet about it, maybe make a few friends along the way, but he'd get what he wants, one way or another.
Eyes watched the forest intently, ears pricked as he walked back and forth, waiting to be approached as he knew that he would be.
// this is so rushed. I'm so tired. It might not make sense. I'm sorry lol
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