[glow=#000,1,400]I WISH I COULD ESCAPE, I DON'T WANNA FAKE IT ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Kliment hadn't been created with much of a purpose, the humans had been curious about animal hybridzation and mutation they succeeded in getting a few operating hybrids only to put them through a few trials. Kliment had been far too young to understand any of it but one thing he was certain of was his immense hatred towards the human beings yet had obtained a form of fear towards them as well, just the thought of them made him growl with uneasiness. The massive brute was still an animal and he wasn't the safest caged animal either, whenever he felt cornered or threatened would they lunge to defend themselves. The tyrant had already gotten used to his new title, throne, and land wondering what he would do about this putrid territory despite part being reptilian, the semi-feral brute didn't appreciate the sun beating down on his black fur and generally dark form. Eventually a new smell caught his attention, both ears that once lay upon his back would rise to pick up the sound of pawsteps. This one only threaded quite a ways before stopping. Waiting. Well, it was admittedly better than having someone completely wander around the territory itself was what he thought with a loud irritated snort. Joiners were overall a good thing especially since the whole place had been almost dead, Kliment moved forward with a lash of his heavy tail soon being able to make out the aura of a Savannah cat did he stop in front of her soon lowering his cranium so he wasn't far from her own form. His snout scrunched up and his lips peeled back showing off his teeth only to utter with a heavy accent.
"NAME AND STATE YOUR BUSINESS." [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]
"NAME AND STATE YOUR BUSINESS." [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]