[ I MOSTLY SPOKE INSIDE MY HEAD ] joining, help needed

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draekon - the pitt - member / burn it all down

they were his only hope of getting out of this think. he could hardly open his mouth enough to drink, much less speak to the stranger that had come up to him. the stranger was a jaguar, he observed, one with a very odd pelt. then again, his own pelt would probably be viewed as strange- the thick black stripes that nearly hid all the orange that coated his body wasn’t a normal sight by any means.

all he could muster was a growl, as if to show he still had some life in him, even if it was the littlest sliver of a will to live, to keep going, the keep pushing forward, to push his hunger down and show he was worthy of the help they were offering him. he needed to eat, his stomach felt like it was being clawed out, he was so, so desperate-

he could take a beating, he’d been on the business end of a whip many times in his life, pelted with tranquilzer darts, poked and prodded with hot metal so he’d roar to the cheering crowd around him. he didn’t care if it would hurt to get off but the clip holding the chain to the metal collar could easily be undone, just not by him. he rose a paw to his own neck and onto the chain, pulling at it with his claws and staring the stranger down, staring right into their blind eyes and knowing they probably couldn’t help him.

so all he mustered was a growl.

[sub][W]isker[/sub]