01-03-2020, 09:50 PM
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▼ I'M NUCLEAR, I'M WILD ▼
It had been a long time. When you live for so long, you start to lose track of time, as if it inched by at a snail's pace. To anyone else, it would have felt like such a long time, but to him, it had felt like only a few months. But even if it felt like such a short time to him, it was difficult, a period of loneliness and uncertainty. The land outside of the tribes was a harsh place.
He had left the Typhoon for a change, to escape the routine of everything. The days had started to blend all together, with him doing the same thing while the same things happened around him. It was boring. He was bored. He liked to have variety, to cause chaos. It was in his nature, after all, it ran in his blood. He was the embodiment of his creator's sins and there was nothing he could do to escape that.
He was still selfish, still wanted whatever riches he could get his paws on. It didn't serve him much use, not in this world full of talking animals, but he was just that way. He was greed, after all.
But the panther ached. He didn't like how attached he had become to the Typhoon and all it's members. It would just cause him trouble, get in the way of his ambitions. Still, he missed it, being on the ship and listening to the waves ride up on the beach and then recede, the smell of salt heavy in the air. Hell, he even missed those annoying ass seagulls that liked to steal his food and be loud as hell as they circled around in the air.
So Greed found himself back here again, after wandering around and getting lost multiple times. It was thanks to a kind stranger he even figured out where they were. He was tired from the long trek there, longing to board the large boat they called home and rest his tired legs, but until someone showed up and allowed him in, he would ring the bells to let them know he was here.
Then he would wait, eyes shielded by a new pair of shades, these with white rims rather than black. Kept the sun out of his eyes, and kept some semblance of secrecy.
He had left the Typhoon for a change, to escape the routine of everything. The days had started to blend all together, with him doing the same thing while the same things happened around him. It was boring. He was bored. He liked to have variety, to cause chaos. It was in his nature, after all, it ran in his blood. He was the embodiment of his creator's sins and there was nothing he could do to escape that.
He was still selfish, still wanted whatever riches he could get his paws on. It didn't serve him much use, not in this world full of talking animals, but he was just that way. He was greed, after all.
But the panther ached. He didn't like how attached he had become to the Typhoon and all it's members. It would just cause him trouble, get in the way of his ambitions. Still, he missed it, being on the ship and listening to the waves ride up on the beach and then recede, the smell of salt heavy in the air. Hell, he even missed those annoying ass seagulls that liked to steal his food and be loud as hell as they circled around in the air.
So Greed found himself back here again, after wandering around and getting lost multiple times. It was thanks to a kind stranger he even figured out where they were. He was tired from the long trek there, longing to board the large boat they called home and rest his tired legs, but until someone showed up and allowed him in, he would ring the bells to let them know he was here.
Then he would wait, eyes shielded by a new pair of shades, these with white rims rather than black. Kept the sun out of his eyes, and kept some semblance of secrecy.