04-15-2019, 02:20 PM
[align=center]
Better to be hurt by the truth than comforted by a lie -
♕tags-powers♕
♕tags-powers♕
[OOC:um please no kidnapping 
]
There was purpose behind his every movement. A loosely defined goal. Know your neighbors. And wandering had taken a large part in bringing him here. The large feline had wandered perhaps a little too far, definitely no longer on Pitt territory but still seemingly in the jungle.
Kydobi's tongue was lolling, the seasons were changing but it seemed to be dreadfully hot here. Even the Earth itself seemed to hum under his paws. There was an asphalt smell to the place, not really a stench but quite different from the earthy tones of the deep jungle. Even the trees here seemed different. Unlike the Pitt jungle which was hot and damp and sometimes cooling on good days, this place was overwhelmingly baking.
But it was fine. This was fine. Just don't think too much on it Kydobi, you'll boil from the inside out. He supposed that if he absolutely had to, he would be able to survive here. Maybe he was too used to the jungle back there. Not necessarily home, he hadn't even been there for a week yet. It was a place in which he invested his future.
He wasn't sure what he was looking for. Perhaps there wasn't inhabitants? He wouldn't be too surprised but the fact that there was a group mustering what they could in that dreadful desert made him doubt that there wasn't any tribe utilizing this landscape and what it could provide. Seemed far-fetched.
[sub][W]isker[/sub] ]There was purpose behind his every movement. A loosely defined goal. Know your neighbors. And wandering had taken a large part in bringing him here. The large feline had wandered perhaps a little too far, definitely no longer on Pitt territory but still seemingly in the jungle.
Kydobi's tongue was lolling, the seasons were changing but it seemed to be dreadfully hot here. Even the Earth itself seemed to hum under his paws. There was an asphalt smell to the place, not really a stench but quite different from the earthy tones of the deep jungle. Even the trees here seemed different. Unlike the Pitt jungle which was hot and damp and sometimes cooling on good days, this place was overwhelmingly baking.
But it was fine. This was fine. Just don't think too much on it Kydobi, you'll boil from the inside out. He supposed that if he absolutely had to, he would be able to survive here. Maybe he was too used to the jungle back there. Not necessarily home, he hadn't even been there for a week yet. It was a place in which he invested his future.
He wasn't sure what he was looking for. Perhaps there wasn't inhabitants? He wouldn't be too surprised but the fact that there was a group mustering what they could in that dreadful desert made him doubt that there wasn't any tribe utilizing this landscape and what it could provide. Seemed far-fetched.