04-21-2018, 11:37 AM
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A lifetime of war. He actually believed that was the most interesting bit of his life, how he would fight for his clan alongside his militaristic minded lover. The both of them were quite the duo and it almost seemed as if the two of them were unstoppable whenever they fought with anyone from enemy clans. He thought that was the exciting bit of his life even if he earned scars through it all but, he was so used to having scars and he wasn't uncomfortable because of them but rather feeling that each scar told a story. No one should know his story was what he had decided until he knew them well enough he supposed, the scars almost looking like the stripes of a tiger which he found ironic seeing as he was a jaguar nonetheless they told a story and the newer scars were the beginning of a story. A story that was far from home and his clanmates as well as his leadership, he supposed that was the end of his reign. He just hoped that whoever took control would be responsible and lead the clan well, he knew that Amaya would make a good choice.
Hearing her question, he raised a non-existent eyebrow at her only to say "A lot of assholes, I've known plenty of them." The jaguar twitched his whiskers briefly as he moved a little to get in a more comfortable position "You clearly aren't one of them. . ." He grunted stretching out one of his forepaws before digging his sharp claws into the wood of the floor and he noticed how she would glance away from him when he had been staring at her. Huh, she got pretty flustered easily and well, it took Kunta a lifetime to even blush for anyone. Amaranth Jones. He remembered seeing these kind of flowers once but they were quite pretty much like the caraval standing in front of him though he wouldn't voice those thoughts or else the poor femme would die from embarrassment especially if she just so happen to get a compliment from a random stranger even if they had exchanged names. He didn't know the places here so he would ask with a soft snort escaping him "Where were you heading if you don't mind me asking,"
He didn't know where he was or if he was going to decide on staying here in the abandoned house on a not-so comfortable mattress. That and also the fact that he was an unknown area, he didn't know any of the clans here or their alliances so he supposed that he would ask Amaranth about those. "What are the clans around these parts and the alliances they hold with one another?" He asked with his usual blunt voice, it was slightly sore since he hadn't had much to drink or eat since he had arrived in this forsaken universe. He watched Khepri become fidgety since the small ocean-dweller wanted to go on the caraval's head and he stared at the odd couple with a twitch of his whiskers. It was oddly cute. "That hermit takes quite the liking to you. . ." He finally muttered as he adjusted his position a bit more the tigers skin moving only slightly exposing some of the larger, uglier scars that were inflicted upon his body but it was only for a moment that they were exposed before becoming hidden once more.
Kunta B. Ghana
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Kunta was unfamiliar to the company of what siblings were since he was born an only child which he was quite grateful for since he didn't think that his other siblings would be able to handle his father like he had. He never had to worry about anyone but himself or his mother but, now that he was on his own at the time then his main concern had been placed on himself once again. He never had to worry about his siblings but there was only two people he was worried about yet he had no clue as to where they could possibly be, Blueridge and Sephora. He frowned wondering where they could be feeling that he was actually missing them, he released a soft sigh deciding to remove them off his thoughts for now since he had other things to tend to at the time. As much as he loved them, he couldn't seem to feel their presence in the universe and knowing himself well, he would be frustrated and he was already like that at the moment.a
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[b]AND I'LL USE YOU AS A FOCAL POINT, SO I DON'T LOSE SIGHT OF WHAT I WANT !
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[b]ageless male jaguar a ebony furred jaguar with several scars covering his back and a pair of ice blue eyes with hints of silver. wears a tiger skin to hide his scars and wears several different tribal-like accessories.
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[/td][/tr][/table]A lifetime of war. He actually believed that was the most interesting bit of his life, how he would fight for his clan alongside his militaristic minded lover. The both of them were quite the duo and it almost seemed as if the two of them were unstoppable whenever they fought with anyone from enemy clans. He thought that was the exciting bit of his life even if he earned scars through it all but, he was so used to having scars and he wasn't uncomfortable because of them but rather feeling that each scar told a story. No one should know his story was what he had decided until he knew them well enough he supposed, the scars almost looking like the stripes of a tiger which he found ironic seeing as he was a jaguar nonetheless they told a story and the newer scars were the beginning of a story. A story that was far from home and his clanmates as well as his leadership, he supposed that was the end of his reign. He just hoped that whoever took control would be responsible and lead the clan well, he knew that Amaya would make a good choice.
Hearing her question, he raised a non-existent eyebrow at her only to say "A lot of assholes, I've known plenty of them." The jaguar twitched his whiskers briefly as he moved a little to get in a more comfortable position "You clearly aren't one of them. . ." He grunted stretching out one of his forepaws before digging his sharp claws into the wood of the floor and he noticed how she would glance away from him when he had been staring at her. Huh, she got pretty flustered easily and well, it took Kunta a lifetime to even blush for anyone. Amaranth Jones. He remembered seeing these kind of flowers once but they were quite pretty much like the caraval standing in front of him though he wouldn't voice those thoughts or else the poor femme would die from embarrassment especially if she just so happen to get a compliment from a random stranger even if they had exchanged names. He didn't know the places here so he would ask with a soft snort escaping him "Where were you heading if you don't mind me asking,"
He didn't know where he was or if he was going to decide on staying here in the abandoned house on a not-so comfortable mattress. That and also the fact that he was an unknown area, he didn't know any of the clans here or their alliances so he supposed that he would ask Amaranth about those. "What are the clans around these parts and the alliances they hold with one another?" He asked with his usual blunt voice, it was slightly sore since he hadn't had much to drink or eat since he had arrived in this forsaken universe. He watched Khepri become fidgety since the small ocean-dweller wanted to go on the caraval's head and he stared at the odd couple with a twitch of his whiskers. It was oddly cute. "That hermit takes quite the liking to you. . ." He finally muttered as he adjusted his position a bit more the tigers skin moving only slightly exposing some of the larger, uglier scars that were inflicted upon his body but it was only for a moment that they were exposed before becoming hidden once more.